I am grateful #FridayReflections

by Arpita // 17th February 2017 // Comments off

Grateful for the rose bush tucked away unseen, As spring unfurls, my hopeful eyes see some green, One little rose bud plays peekaboo, To the winter I bid adieu. Grateful for the beats the drummers play, The peppy... Continue reading →

Independent we are – Tricolour and me

by Arpita // 14th August 2016 // Comments off

I adorn your jersey, your cap, your band In your win, together we spark I fly high whilst you make me stand On mountain peaks, borders and park I am the tricolour, I make you proud Salute me, bow... Continue reading →

I Pledge, I promise

by Arpita // 7th August 2016 // Comments off

Limp whilst I walk, tears whilst I sleep Swollen nerves, sore feet, Pain is ever so deep, Knees wobble, limbs are weak Tummy rumbles, signals it’s bleak, Greys and wrinkles, eyes barely see Perpetual thought, is that me? As I... Continue reading →

Dreams and wishes are here to stay

by Arpita // 6th August 2016 // Comments off

Plush blue carpet, teak wood floor Clear glass windows, little white door Creamish peach couch, red cushions Tea, cakes and tinge of magical infusion Sunshine peekaboo’s behind the green leaves Dew dries off, as he picks twigs of greens Thick... Continue reading →

The silver serene ball and she

by Arpita // 16th August 2015 // Comments off

Driving down the highway Lashing rains washing the wheels Wipers loosing the battle Patters turn wild Noisily disrupting the symphony He missed her, yearned for her smiles She would have rolled down the window Letting the raindrops in... Continue reading →

Winter and spring, lie within

by Arpita // 28th June 2015 // Comments off

It was a cold long winter, and the branches were bound, She searched for light, couldn’t be found Spring saw sprouts of green Gleeful she was within Her branches reached out to him As he grew to the skies... Continue reading →

Happiness Yonder #ATOZCHALLENGE

by Arpita // 29th April 2015 // Comments off

Its dark my foot sinks as I cross the marsh there’s a thorny bush to hold disheveled hair and the wind is cold With bruised arms and caked feet I search for the red groundsheet there’s a blinkering... Continue reading →

Being Xenon #ATOZCHALLENGE #1000SPEAK

by Arpita // 28th April 2015 // Comments off

The world makes me Xenon inert, lifeless, invisible colorless yet invincible! This post is written as the twenty fourth in the series of AtoZ challenge and a part of #1000speak My theme is “Compassion” and today’s thought is based on “Being Xenon“ Continue reading →

Virtue of prayers #ATOZCHALLENGE #1000SPEAK

by Arpita // 25th April 2015 // Comments off

As I write this, somewhere in the world, a few thousand kilometers away, a young boy is half buried deep in rubble. His body is covered with dust and cement. He is not sure whether his body below the waist... Continue reading →

The daffodil dance

by Arpita // 25th October 2013 // Comments off

When William Wordsworth penned it down, Golden daffodils painted the town, Was it the flowers or the flowing stream, Was it the solitude or his dream. I cannot tell what poets do, Inspirations, imaginations, or just a singing cuckoo, All... Continue reading →