What makes pain more painful!

The sense of having the ache or the feeling of not being able to perfom the regular duties and responsibilities efficiently? The inefficiency of getting exhausted soon or the pressure that develops around the circumstances?

Is it fearing or is the trouble of pain more fearing?

For me! the pain of my children is the most painful situation ,that I have to go through.The vulnerability of the little ones,when they fall sick or go through circumstances where they experience the pain,is more terrible.

Since the last few days ,my kids are running with high fever and cold. Besides medicines and taking care,inspite of the restless moments,endless struggles and sleepless nights,the moment I sit quietly,I can feel the pain more deeply.Probably it is unexpressed and words fall short fo rit. But the existence of the agony is a part.

Everything else takes a second seat and the concern of their wellness the most important of all.

There are umpteen thoughts going on in the mind and can take form of svereal verses to be written,but my heart doesn’t allow it to be written and posted.As I write instantly and without any preconceived thought, I have no scheduled posts too. For me,my heart is their with them,pining and weeping.

So its outpouring is meant only for them …

Hope the phase ends soon and I begin with a fresh new verse of mine with a smiling heart .










The golden auburn tresses, curly locks entwined,

moving with soft breeze and tingled whenever they shied,

fingers ran through …got caressed themselves…

rejuvenating life and my senses…


Close to her ,

feeling the breath pristine,

I still yearned for their touch,

for they made me feel divine…


Sometimes a word of conflict,

made us turn away,

but a touch of  that  flickered cascade,

left us in a soft embrace…


 My soul misses  the moments of such ardor,

When my day began by kissing the beautiful hair,

night being its espouse…

I  today possess only a  moment clicked… in hands,

For it has been twenty years when she left  me dying  in those strands…


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 Picture It & Write-3/ One Clue Less Than Needed.















Precious beads of love I weave together delicately,

creating a garland around your heart ,

with string of the philiac…


Adorning you with chaplets of  tender flowers of my wish,

bedecking your  soul with my musical harmony….










Diamonds,pearls envy the indigenous make,

devoid they remained of being  woven with such grace…



Coronal wreath or a  florilegium ,

It embellishes your contours of  existence…

disseminating  ambrosial essence,

for  the aeonian passionate presence…