Stop. A while. Awhile
Whatever, wherever, stop.
The rhythm, the drumbeats,
Of your daily pace need
A break.
I tell myself.
Stop. Break the rhythm.
Least you wear
Down.
Out.
Burn. Seethe.
And pale into a body with no soul.
2 April, 2021 Day#2 of Napowrimo 2021
Some stories need to be said... Some need to be heard.
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 ... :) 
April 3, 2021 at 4:01 pm
Oh, this poem — so sublime
Comes at an appropriate time
To break the focus
The mandala, a bonus,
To forget the rhythm, but not the rhyme!
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April 3, 2021 at 4:51 pm
Gul ❤ Thank you!
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April 5, 2021 at 6:43 pm
I’m trying to tell myself this, too – I do wish my mind would pipe down a bit, from time to time!
Lovely as always. ❤
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April 6, 2021 at 12:58 pm
Thank you Malavika! 🤩
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