Sometime, someday, when I’m up there Lounging without a care on a fluffy cloud Blowing away lazy rings of mist as I float in the bliss of heaven… I shall gaze down fondly at my people to see a few weeping for me Some close ones pining for me reminiscing memories of me. A handful…
Queer are the ways of this world and queerer are the people who inhabit it Queer is that friend, who claims to be your close friend, yet plays games with you for their own selfish interests Queer are you, to watch the game yet pretend like all is fine and let it be,…
Fading photographs make rich memories. Framed forever in timeless stupor… Freezing moments in captivity, For the heart knows that the moment once gone, Is lost for ever… Moments that act like raindrops. Some get absorbed in the soil that soon yields green. And some get lost in the ocean that storms a tsunami….
Sometime I wonder why we met Miles apart Yet closer than skin Psyches so different Yet so in sync We walk in And walk out As we please But the rhythm of the rendezvous Unmistakably familiar. Are you the angel God designated for me? And if so, where are your wings? Weren’t they put on you to…
From the crowd they emerge Single themselves to walk into your life. Filling it with myriad emotions A sprinkling of laughter and tears here… a dash of anger and disappointment there… Spawning a series of memoirs For future reminiscing. And, after a zillion megabytes of times spent together There comes an invisible moment,when least expected Back they go…
Vinodini is a design professional and a creative specialist. She has worked in the retail sector as a visual merchandiser and a fashion stylist for various well-known brands. She is a published author. She writes on various topics of her interest. This blog is an amalgamation of her thoughts, experiences, pieces of fiction and poetry woven in her mind which find themselves translated into narrations here.
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