Whispering Thoughts

Deana from “My thoughts on thesubject are as follows” has sent me this beautiful present - The Liebster award. I cannot put it in words how pleased I am (read my blog is) to have received an award. The blog has made a humble beginning towards a journey of many more miles. I am truly overwhelmed and honored with this love showered on my blog. Having made my “thank you speech”, I will now receive this award, share some facts, answer some questions and nominate other blogs that I think are worthy recipients of this award. Sharing facts: Fact 1 – I prefer my mother’s cooking to all others. Fact 2 – I love reading, mostly fictions. Fact 3 – I love knitting and crocheting. Fact 4 – I can’t drive, not even ride a bicycle. Fact 5 – I am dead scared of lizards. Fact 6 – I was/am Phantom, Mandrake, Jeanie, Bewitched, Different strokes, Small wonder and Cullen family addict. Fact 7 – I am attracted to bracelets and anklets. At one point I boasted of a bracelet collection...

Crossing hills and plains, In an eight hours drive. Fighting for sitting By the window side, Singing songs to While away time, Finding paradise After a dusty cart ride. Granny, we have come! Linking up with Ketchup With Us : Prompt 8 : One of your family's holiday tradition Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-Seven : This weekend we want you to give us a pithy summary of your feelings about the holidays.

I was marching into men's field. I was carving my own niche. I was greeted with stares. I was mocked and jibed. That could have stopped me, But I just simply smiled. For those who cannot, will dare not, to forge ahead and make new horizons. So determined I was, So strong was my resolution, That without a thought, Without any doubt, I took another step, And lo! The accolades and acclamation. I had won. I had done it. I had marched into men's field. I had enfeebled their enfield. P.S. This is a salute to the spirit of a friend. Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter E

Silent phones, Unanswered messages, Chats left hanging in the middle, Promises to be right back, Only to be broken With an endless wait. Busy or misplaced priorities? But somehow, There is always a time, For a tweet or a FB update, With its impenetrable words, And inscrutable countenance. Reminiscences hurt now, So do reflections. Have times changed Or is it just us, Busy building crowds On gadgets with lonely hands? The long talks, the hearty laughs, The Kodak moments, handful and precious, And the treasure of memories; Fading away in chosen special effects. Some things just never heal, Of loss. Linking with Trifecta : Week Fifty-Six : Prompt - heal Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words : Countenance

“You smile not, oh my lady dear, Can I lend some help to thee? What woes your tender heart, What sorrow plagues thee?” “I lost a twenty jewels today, Great treasure closed on me.” “I will craft some jewels, cut them well, And bring them back to thee. For jewels are my trades, my toys, dear I will bring many more to thee.” “Oh, will your diamonds weave some stories, And dream some rainbow dreams? And will their hearts beat with love And their feet play hide and seek? Their tender hands, build me castles, And promise futures bright to me?” “They sparkle bright and glitter right, But what you ask of me, This I fear, these twenty jewels I can’t bring back to thee.” “Then leave me alone, my dearest friend, Your jewels bring no joy to me. And let this pain, this sorrow of mine, Rend my heart and me.” Linking with Ermiliablog : Picture it and write

It was about Translating a file. All I did was, Share a software. By the time they finished, They had names like Divine Dreams, Run Goddess, Deep Secret, and Victory Lion In excel. Linking with Trifextra : Week Forty-Six -  This weekend we're asking you to write 33 words that will make us laugh or smile.  Even a chuckle will do.  We look forward to the communal spirit lifting. Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter D

The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on hips, head held high, The silken gown, barely there, A tilt of neck, balanced well, The sultry glance, timed right, Perfect half twirl, played twice, With a graceful swirl, she turns back. The world looks on with stolen breath, Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores. The showstopper’s yesterday, Now hangs in a gallery, Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily. No shadows of glamour come a-chasing, For vacant eyes and sagging skin, For shattering illusions, hanging questions, Am I never going back? Linking with The Mag : Mag 147 Linking with Write on Edge : The Red Writing Hood - The Gallery Linking with My blog can beat up your blog : 100 Word Song : Never going back to Ok Linking with The Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Breath

The crisp black against the white moon. The silent night, the dead winds, Stilled by the anticipation. The bare branches, hang low. A little golden glow Of a dim street lamp spreads out like a halo. The foggy streets, so empty and lonely. A moment of smoke, as I dare to breathe, Little vapors rise, and dance away. Gently they come down, like a lullaby, The fluffy little cotton balls, The trees, those sentries of the wintery nights, Greet them with their open arms, Delighted by the embrace. A soft but thick white blanket underneath my feet, And I leave a trail behind. And from a distant, a cart comes jingling. Oh, and the driver sings a song. Anticipation, It has been for the winters here and gone. Anticipation, It is, Of a first snowfall. Linking up with Trifecta : Week Fifty-five

Gently, ever so gently, The day blends into The twilight. The fluttering wings Make their way back To the niches. The graying skies Alive with the shrill calls, Fall silent. Slowly, the light fades. The grey recedes in the Expanding black folds. The million rays of moon, Dance midst the trees. The gentle winds spread out Like the hands of angel. A thousand glittering beauties Rain down. And, The night is born. Ravishing and resplendent. Linking up with Ermiliablog : Picture it & Write

From Hiding in the Familiar, Spectacularly clean, Corners To Rushing through deadlines, Boarding cheap flights, Just to be sandwiched in The loving hugs again, It’s been One blessed life. (Cooking and laundry included.) Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-five :  This weekend we are giving you three variations on a prompt.  We need you to give us 33 words back, and 2 of those words must be either "cheap flights," "sandwiched in" or "spectacularly clean."  This weekend, your piece must also be  non-fiction  (poetry or prose). This weekend's challenge, being a Trifextra evenly divisible by three, will be judged by the community.  Please be sure to come back and click on your favorite three posts (or up to three posts).

Remember me as a candle, That lit your way, When all was dark, And there was no ray That tried to help you in every way And prayed that all joys and smiles, in your heart they stay, To give you strength to cross all that blocks the path, To keep you from falling and stumbling as you pass, That stood by you when things went down and rough, And that was there with you when the times were tough, That braved the winds along with you, To cheer you up when you were feeling blue … And now that you call me and I cannot appear, Do not worry and don’t ever fear, Far from your heart I can never be, I will always be the light to help you see, When it grows dark, just look in your heart, I may not be there but my light will never part … Remember me as a candle, That may not be burning now, But that lit your way once. Linking up with Alphabe-Thursday - Letter C Linking up with Write on Edge - Red Writing Hood : Candle and Iowa

She scoops him up in her slender arms, the sleepy little bunch; still snuggling and cozying himself up. His unwilling eyes open a moment later and shut again. She gathers that he is not willing to shake off his dreams yet. So, together they stay locked in the moment for a little while. He bundling up in her arms and her fingers running through little golden, little brown locks. Wake up dear , her voice fond, gentle, loving and all such things. No , he shakes his head. Want to sleep some more ? No , another shake of the head. And it is a No for all the bribes that follow. And every no is more determined than the last one. She gives up. They are back to square one. Her fingers in his hair, and his eyes shut. Little Bo peep has lost her sheep she manages in the nearly Preeti Sagar tune. Eyes still shut, but his face has eased up. Has lost her sheep eyes open, faint hint of smile. And doesn’t know where to find them. No his eyes wistful. And in those sad eyes, she reads his wish, t...

Holidays are time when all in the family: The little ones with wild imaginations, The growing with “Whatever” in their hearts and mind, The grown-ups with all their worldly baggage, The wise with their wisdom, Celebrate togetherness. Holidays are like 2 cups almonds Baked for 10 min In a 350 degrees oven Cooled and then treated With a boiling and bubbling Concoction of honey, water and butter, Spiced up with a little sugar, Salt, cinnamon powder, And loads of love, Cooled again and Served with warmth in heart. Holidays are like healthy snacks, Crunchy and munchy Family time together. Linking up with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Whatever Linking up with Ketchup With Us - Prompt # 7 - Share a favorite holiday recipe

Was it just last week - When I started working, Through the little tangles, Of the pink and yellow yarn, The one that is now, A close resemblance of, The Milo from The Ravelry, With the two grey pins, And rhythm in their feet, With a knot here and a knit there, Purls and cables, layer by layer, The growing piece - Knitted in stolen moments, Midst the rush of life, Those flutters of heart With the misses of loops, For the want of help, And then the deft rescues Of mother’s trained hands, - The love for loved Has taken shape. Encore? The blue yarn asks. Yes . Linking up with Jenny Matlock - Off on my tangent- Saturday Centus : Was it just -

Gloved hands, Busy knitting, Sitting by the side of The warm hearths. The loving folds of Quilts and blankets; The dressing up in Layers and jackets. Winters, we’re ready To take on thee. Linking up with Trifextra : Week Forty-Four - W rite exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or revolt.  Interpret it as you will, just keep it to 33 words.