In summer

Beneath the shade of Bunyan tree
Away from the blazing hot summer sun
The lily floating unconcernedly in the pond
Invites me to reflect on the paradox of life
Pure and exquisite it thrives in murky waters

Sometimes even in the swamps of mud and slime
Yet it remains pure, untouched by the muck around it
Can we too remain pure, surrounded by the grime of immortality?


Written for;Tuesday writing prompt, use the words summer, lily, and pond in a piece of writing



WDYS # 133- A Roundup post

Standing at the edge of the precipice

Looking up I see the wonders of creation

Looking down it’s dark and destruction

My perspective matters

Should I look up or down?


Amazing response again this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

Reena; April lyrids

Tanya; Lament of a tree

Michnavs; Answer

Chris Hall; The lightning tree

Sangeetha; Stars

Punam; The tree’s threnody

Keith; Meet Mazie

Melanie; Gnarly tree

Mayuri; The tree wishes for infidel love

Eugenia; Splendid celebration

Sandy; Endless journey

Diana; Gnarly

Susi; Another year

Jim; Meteor showers

Grace; A new world

David; Up towards the vortex

Di; What do you see # 133

Jules; Selfless selfie

Ami; Star-shine

Radhika; Tanka- Elegy

Suzette; Namib

Lady sighs; From my window

Ken; The great tree

Komaljeet; A Lost love

Yinglan; The story of us

Fandango; Stars and the clouds

Usha; Standing tall

Pamelap; Spiral season

Inkdrop; A race in space

Goutam; Spectacle

Sri; Trees and stars

Nope, not Pam; Fitting conclusion

Maria; I, a tree

Maya; The withered tree

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.




Mad hatter

Mad hatter was late

In anger he tried to eat his hat

Alice enquired why was he so mad

And why was he talking through his hat

Hat or no hat, the tea party was a success

With hot tea, scones, jam and butter

And let’s not forget the finger sandwiches!

Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hat.” Use it literally or metaphorically. Have fun!

Written for Linda’s SoCS-Hat




Treat the two images as two stages, and write about what happened in between. You can change the order as you wish, or even add more stages in between.


He had questions 
I had the answers
He wanted answers
I had bright ideas
Bright ideas that
We together made work

Collaboration is the key
A key that unlocks success
Takes a bit of this and a bit of that
The whole is something better than
The original idea and its solution

Written for RXC # 230, hosted by Reena




All through my life, 
There’s been one guiding light
That showed me the way
Through all the strife
My faith
It supported me when I was faltering
It bolstered my confidence when it was shaky
It lit up the path I needed to take in the dark
Where would I be
Without my faith, my guiding light?


Written for; Weekly Prompt –Guiding Light – May 10, 2022



A small gesture

The photograph is from aliceabc0 at

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a man, his back to the camera, holding a small bouquet of flowers behind his back. He’s standing a few feet in front of a young woman who is looking back at him and smiling.


I have picked flowers for you
Wild flowers, simple and fragrant
A gift of love that I hope you’ll like
But the fear of rejection holds me back
What if you didn’t want them? Me?

In response to FFFC # 168, hosted by Fandango



Carrying forward with poetry

Selma Martin shared a poem today which she had written taking the last line of another poem. She has invited us to do the same. Here’s the last line from her poem, ‘I Feel Adored’

In perfect accord
In perfect accord

Feelings of affection exist
With the surrender of love

In perfect accord

Trust exists with friendship
Truth exists with acceptance

In perfect accord

Faith exists with surrender
To the will of the creator

In perfect accord

Life needs to coexist
All creatures small and big



WDYS # 132 -A Roundup post

Young hearts dream big dreams 
I too have high expectations
Can you see the determination in my eyes
There is iron resolve in my heart
One day I too will climb the ladder of success
One day you will know my name


Fantastic response again this week in response to this image. Please click on the links to read the contributions of our lovely participants.

Reena; Keep moving

David; One bad turn or another

Punam; Unreal dream

Radhika; That evening

Jane; Wine

Keith; Fiddlesticks

Chris Hall; Different worlds

Di; From afar

Michnavs; Air

The novel reader; What do you see # 132

Christine; What do you see # 132

Diana; Anxiety

Susi; Staged

Jim; Pondering his future

Grace; Doubtful thoughts

Sandy; Redemption

Eugenia; Onward and upward

Pamelap ; Trusted

Melanie; WDYS # 132

Maya; Conquer your fears

Komaljeet; South calls under harassment

Yinglan; It’s going to be okay

Jules; Trying to look beyond the gray

Ken; Can you see me?

Kunjal; Eyes on us

Suzette; Irony

Kritika; Explanation

Indira; What do you see # 132

Nope, not Pam; Escapee

Fandango; Behind bars

EM Kingston; Control the narrative

Quaranjavirus; Moving on

Sydney; What do you see # 132

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.




My Mother- A reshare on Mother’s Day

My mom would have been the perfect paradigm of my ideal

Had she lived long enough for me to know her as an adult

Her life finished when she was just twenty six years old

I never got the chance to develop memories of her as a person

Life for her was short and her journey ended where for other, it begins

Her thoughts slide into my mind often and needless to say that

I miss the motherly touch, the words of wisdom that she might have

Imparted to me, had she been alive when I became old enough to value

The love and devotion only a mother can give to her child each and every day

Today and every day, I salute the mothers, who with selfless love give their children

All the confidence they need to face this world and to stand strong on their own

 ( I wrote this poem a couple of  years on Mother’s Day)

I have included this prompt;

Word of the day Challenge;