A smile lingers on her face,
fading slowly, gently;
she remembers
Sunsets – the golden sun
leaving and dipping down
the horizon.
Slowly –
not wishing to go –
But leaving her the
promise of another day.
The smile fades
and disappears
As the cloak of night
Envelops her –
Protecting her
sensitive eyes
from the filth and squalor –
At least, for a night.
Usha, 22 January, ’82
Some stories need to be said... Some need to be heard.
Longreads : The best longform stories on the web
of books, food and friendship!
A journey to find new meaning after personal loss
In the Indian context
writer, storyteller, veteran (see BirchBark Editing.com and MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
And, yes, i love to limerick || Have tried to master the trick || Of the a a b b a rhyme || 'Tis a joy truly sublime || When a verse comes out slick and quick!
A life of books . . .
The fresh smell of life.
Mind over matter
When you look out, what do you see?
A fine WordPress.com site
and sometimes trying on new ones for fit (and looks)
Vanity, On A Royal Scale
The world through my lens.....
To Share... To Love... What better way than words
One Step at a Time
All that remains.
I like birds
Comics, Cartoons, Writings.
Malayalam mini-series
Learning something new every day.
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 