Archives for August 2023

21/8/23. 1 min read

To make a friend stay

Let one feel cosy always

Time will be worthwhile

• **a Senryu poem is a three- lines unrhymed Japanese poem with a 5–7–5 syllable pattern related to human nature and its weaknesses.

20th August 2023. 1 min read

Not something that I have heard of from my era

Nor did I witnessed it in my parents’ time

Self love is self care

After a seemingly unending battles with growing up angst

Struggles with studies to find a place in the working world

Then dealing with work expectations, results and ambitions

Navigating a relationship to bring it to fruition

Meeting Children’s and spouse’s needs and demands

Fulfilling duo family’s expectations and responsibilities

Finally in my senior years, a time to focus on my goals to be fulfilled and happy

To achieve my long awaited dreams

What were they?

To restart, leave out those that were attained thus far

And strive to achieve what are still achievable

Like having the blessings of pink health

Like attaining the dreams I had yearned but had no time for

Like the specific goals that were left on the back burner

I now have time for them

Life’s thrilling journey beckons once more and seems almost infinite.

a short poem

10th August 2023 1 min read (The Power Of Poetry)

Reading is the balm to a troubled soul

When daily strife confounds and confuses one

Perplexes and bewilders another

Take heed;

Realize that Reading awakens a sleepy spirit to all possibilities

It nourishes a being to new ideas

And opens doors to provide great insights

Reading could lead to personal transformation and self-redemption

And it bestows upon one an inimitable literary style

That you can carry with confidence

Life’s problems are after all ubiquitous and commonplace

The answers and solutions to life’s myriad questions

Can be found among the writings of wise men

In the words of those who went before us

All troubles are nothing new

Those who do not read continue to be swarmed by problems

And be doomed to relive the past

6th August 2023 1 min read

By Rosalind using canva.com

I never thought I could do it

Those boring monkey bars

How I had wished I could scale them like a ladder

But the force of attraction proved too much for me

One hand off the first bar and I dropped

One day, it occurred to me why they were so aptly named

Think like the monkey, feel like the monkey, move like the monkey

So I began to swing with the persona of one

The swaying became easy like the gentle, cool breeze

Like the rustling of leaves on the branches of trees

Like the rippling grass in the gentle wind

While holding sway over the monkey bars

I uncovered, the power of imagination