My Home is in Your Heart

I’ve made my home in your heart

For more than 37 years I’ve been living here

Now my parents home is a distant memory

For I’ve lived more of my life with you than them

I’ve made my family with you

And being a mom for more than 36 years has been remarkable

All these years you have been my anchor

My best friend, my support and my confidant

Now invariably my thoughts return like a homing device

To you again and again, as I’ve made my home in your heart


Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!

Written for Linda’s SoCS- Home



Legacy of the dearly departed

A word prompt this week;



Someone dear to us has passed away

We mourn their death with sorrow and sadness

What we feel, sometimes is not what we show to the world

For not all those who leave this world, leave good memories behind

Some people make the lives of those caring for them, hell

And their passing away is at time a blessed release

From a burden that was becoming too much to carry

We can become unfriendly and cranky with illness and age

But one thing that always should be remembered by us all

What sort of legacy are we leaving in the hearts and minds

Of those who cared for us day and night till the end

Perhaps these thoughts can make our attitude softer, more generous

And our words kinder and more understanding!


Written for ;RXC PROMPT #249, hosted by Reena



55 years without you


It’s been 55 years

55 years since you left us

No goodbyes no last hugs

You died without us being aware of the tragedy happening

We were too young to understand or grieve for your loss

Took me many many years to accept what fate had dealt us

No one talked about you when we were young

Perhaps they thought it would be too painful for us

I grew up without knowing the mother who birthed me

Forever imagining what sort of person you were

Life goes on, and people learn to live with loss

We did too but there is a big hole in the place

Where your love and memories should have resided

But I can say despite all that emptiness

I love you mother

Though it’s been 55 years

Since I saw you last


This week I chose this image for a reason. Today it’s been 55 years since my mom passed away. This poem is to express my feelings about her passing which have always been buried deep in my heart for there was never a time I openly grieved for her. It was always too late.

My mom at the age of 19




Music- As it soothes and comforts

Ponderous Thought Prompt

This month, share some of your comfort music, when and how it comforts you.

Hey everyone,
Welcome to the 32nd edition of The Saturday Symphony. This edition is a bit of a musical journey. Hope you enjoy.

Comfort music embraces our trauma.
We commune with it.
It makes us feel less alone.
This September symphony, may we hum, sing, sway and dance to our comfort music.


When I’m tired, music rejuvenates my body

When I’m sad music cheers my mood

When I’m lonely, music give me company

When I’m happy music celebrates with me

I need music when I go for a walk in the nature

And I need music playing softly when I’m writing

In all moods and in all phases of my day

Music plays a vital role to compliment it beautifully


Some of my all time favorites;

Yanni- Nostalgia

Barbra Streisand- Woman in love

Pharrell Williams- Happy

Imagine Dragons- Thunder


Written for Saturday Symphony # 32- Music, hosted by Jude



Foot surgery update

The cast came off yesterday!

Now I feel strange as the foot had gotten used to lifting the heavy cast. The doctor is satisfied with the way the bone has fused. He has given me the go ahead to walk and do whatever I can easily.

It is a big step forward for me, ( pun not intended). I’m looking forward to walking normally with time.

I’m very grateful for all the good wishes and prayers from you all, my dear friends.



My country needs your help

As you might have read or heard on news that my country Pakistan has been hit by the worse flood in our nation’s history.

More than 30 million people have be rendered homeless. They are in dire need of food, shelter and medications.

People have asked about donations so I’m posting a few links to organizations that are trustworthy.

World food program;

Where to donate for flood victims in Pakistan: Washington post;


International Red Cross;

Please donate generously.




Another look at my WOTY – Hope and kindness

I’m cheating a bit this week with my WQW post. I’m re-sharing my poem that I wrote for WQW- WOTY- Hope in January this year. I hope you’ll still enjoy it. Because, I love this poem of mine!

Without the shimmering robe of  hope,

Our souls stand naked, exposed

The world looks barren and desolate

Not a flower or tree in sight

Like a fairy, a wisp of light vapor

Condenses into a tangible form of hope

It anchors our heart and soul to life

Gives us a reason to wake up on the morrow

Lifts us up from the doldrums of sorrow

Dresses us in rainbows of dreams imagined

Clothes us, protects us and nurtures us

Without its shimmering robe we are defenseless

Kindness is the most beautiful of human traits

Open your heart and mind to those around you

Be kind whenever possible, and you’ll see that

It is always possible to be kind!


Written for WQW # 33- Writer’s choice/ WOTY- hope, and kindness hosted by Marsha



Vivacious beauty

For the visually impaired, the image is a vibrant abstract digital painting. 


Real beauty

Can never be insipid

Dull or uninspiring

Always vivacious and charming

Makes you sit up and notice

Make you dream big dreams

Weave big plans to conquer the

Real beauty makes us want to do

Deeds that will be remembered forever

And make us immortal for all time


Written for;Moonwashed Musings Weekly Challenge – Vivacious – August 30, 2022, hosted by Eugenia



Weapon of shame

August 22, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story exploring shame as an emotion or theme. Consider how to use shame to drive a cause-and-effect story. How does it impact a character? Is there a change? Go where the prompt leads!


Don’t wield the weapon of guilt, don’t make me wear rags of regret and the ashes of shame.

Your views and mine are vastly different and making me ashamed of my choices, will make us part ways forever.

You don’t own me. We all have the right to live our lives as we think right. Making me feel that my choices are to be condemned is your failure.

Look in the mirror and you’ll look at a hypocrite, who needs to wear that cloak of shame more than me, for usurping my right to choose.

Live and let live!


Word count; 99

Written for 99 Word Story, hosted by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch



Prose poetry- Where did the desire came from?

This week Reena challenged us to write a prose poem based on this line;

An excerpts from the book “Extinctions” by Sharmishtha Mohanty. Her new book is positioned as “a book of poetry in prose.”

It came from somewhere too far to walk, from as far away as the most unreasonable desire, the most devastating hope.


The desire was always there but hidden in the folds of unseen barriers. It was hidden yet near to the core of my heart, but always suppressed. Suppressed yet hoping against hope to get a chance to break through the rigid barriers that kept it imprisoned.

I was firm to lock this longing inside my soul for I was always afraid to let it out. Always afraid to let it be seen or associated with me. For I don’t want to be deemed weak or greedy. I don’t want to be seen as a prisoner of my wants.

But for how long could I hold it back?

It broke free ultimately, and to my shame, it announced itself to the world.

I want to be loved, just like anyone else. I want to be acknowledged like anyone else. And I want to be appreciated like anyone else.

Now the desire has the center stage, and I? I hide in the shadows and am contrite to be seen to be just a needy heart!


I wasn’t sure if this was what the challenge required. But it’s my first attempt at poetic prose/ prose poetry!

Written for RXC # 245, hosted by Reena