When they ask me how I am
I want to scream,”Am not okay.”
When it’s time to wake up
I want to plead ,” Not today.”
I want to crawl under dark sheets
where no one can see the rot that’s me
I want to open every wound again
so that they bleed until I ‘m free
I want to tell mama I can’t go on
And run away from all I know
I want to tell life that it won this time
And I cannot take it anymore .
What a wonderful world 🙂
When your little one cannot get enough of the changing colours in the sky 🌌
I decided to use on of the empty formula tins we have to make a planter for Christmas . Will be gifting these to a few people who want to add some holiday cheer to their office space !
I used paper , ribbon and foam sheets ( for the belt and buttons) 🙂
Happy crafting !
Happiness is putting up a silly act with your sister and laughing till it hurts 🙂
Botched Management Corporation (BMC) does it again .
Had some free time and a packet of tic tacs , used these felt flowers to add a little colour and I think I have a Christmas present idea for the little ones in the family 🤷♀️
This year there is no cake baked at home , no surprise presents and no party , but I know it’s still a special birthday for R. If it is the best gift of one’s life , a delay of a couple of days doesn’t really matter , no ?
I could only manage making a card !
Have a super year super dad to be 🙂
Wearing a cloak of calm she glistened
Filling the air with empty promises
A weary soul surrendered , hoping to find hope
Longing to find love , believing her siren songs
Blind , unaware , deaf and hypnotized
He walked to escape , into a trap
Like still waters , dangerous and deep,
To be consumed.
Subdued ashen shades of silver
Washed onto a vibrant shore
Grooves telling stories in muted tones
Dampened by the billow’s roar
A keen eyed drifter seduced
Dreams fashioned from the splint
The meagre piece preciously reshaped
Where none before had seen the glint.
that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))
This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .