The Stall.


Black, brown, shades of blue,
Purple, yellow, all mixed in a glue,
That maze of rainbow, so bright and shiny,
I know, now you can see it too.

A tremble, a sigh, a jolt very hard,
A gasp, a pat, those feelings so soft.
A thump, a slap, a mush of snow,
I know, you just felt all those too.

A rhyme, some rhythm, a tune, some humming,
A twirl, a twist and half a skip,
The miss of a beat, a wink, a blush,
I know, you feel your cheeks warm too.

A maze, a mess, sometimes both,

A road to glory, with roadblocks a-load.

All get them, they get them all,
This party of nuances always WORTH THE STALL!

 

-Stuti

 

That smile.


After a long hiatus, this blog still seems home. Continuing to cover ground with simple things that make me think, I’m back this time (hopefully for longer), with more tales and trails…

 

It made all the difference, the curves and angles

Of that smile!

 

Potentials unknown, and territories uncharted, wishful

Is that smile!

 

She walks a mile, and two will be covered

Just by that smile!

 

There may be quiet all around, but nothing as peaceful

As that smile!

 

Sometimes weak, enough to get her to work and bring life back

To that smile!

 

Its her glory, her goal, her cherished desire, her pride-

All of it, yes THAT SMILE.

-Stuti