In this world of little forgotten things, finding one’s true purpose seems to be of quintessential significance. You got to have an unwavering, steadfast reply to the question “ Who are you”? I don’t have one. I’d like to say, “Hey, I’m Sandra, I’m a writer”, but that’s just a load of crap. I’m no […]
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The Kind, The Brave, The Lonely
Tell me the story of a prince, Of a man good at heart, Of a gentle soul. Tell me they exist, Tell me there are men Who are genuinely sweet And who won’t break you whole. Tell me it’s a possibility To encounter this magic Called kindness In this world. Tell me it’s not a […]
The Mirror Image
The room was dark and empty and so were we, Reflecting our thoughts was a mirror in between, Of what we know about each other and what we see, Images vanished, casting away shadows to be seen. He is nothing but a false manifestation I believe, “Is it me or […]
How Do You Know?
Did they say it’s the sparkle in both pairs of eyes, Or the bells ringing in surprise… Was the wave length supposed to match, Or is it just a good looking catch? ** Either the delight in the smile, or the money in a pile Is it the experience or its consequence? Was it the […]
Quest..
Madness…poise heedlessness..choice silence…noise wonderment..belief suffering..relief abandon in patterns fireflies in empty lanterns movement.. stillness stillness..movement Me..You You.. me The quest for more. For less. Flows. And Ebbs.
Sometimes..
Sometimes I am lost in myself …and then… I pause I reflect I scan through the images captured randomly on my mobile … I scroll my phone-book for names that ring a bell in my heart I ruminate over my Facebook ‘likes’ to understand what am I looking for… I consume the myriad emotions […]
You?
That dark swirling path That goes on chasing its tail that takes you back to where you began what would it say if it could speak? It would say.. It’s not the path it’s you you need to find something new.. you..maybe? *** Reema Moudgil has been writing for magazines and newspapers on […]
Ascend…
In search of the subtle The gross is lost So is the prose, in the search of poetry Trudging up the hill The mountain breeze heals the mind The soul yearns for the peak The body..for earth.. In search of the miraculous The mundane is lost So is the form, in the search of essence […]
Finding..
She always wondered how she would find him in the next lifetime. Because, obviously, she would not want to be with anybody else. He wondered why she was always in a hurry. He would set out to meet her and always find her halfway through, complaining that he never came first. She wondered why he never […]