The hours.
Ours.
Tick-tocking,
Marking time.
A nervous tic
That betrays
A yearning
To hold
Discloses a fear
Too real to feel
And hides, the
Overwhelming soulfulness
That begs to be noticed;
And stills when
Love’s gaze settles.
Singularly. Warmly.
All-encompassing.
You’re home.
The hours, now,
Ours.
28 September, 2017
Some stories need to be said... Some need to be heard.
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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 ... :) 
October 14, 2017 at 1:20 pm
The Hours is filled with feelings
Of Love’s delightful dealings
Warmth envelopes
Heartbeat gallops
One of your gorgeousest gleanings!
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