Silence on my page

like the long shadow

of a bare tree


Small Stones (2)-Pain

peels, dark green, wet, slimy

curled around the fingers

wrapping like snakes 

drawing gasps of pain

What are small stones?

A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small stones encourages you to keep your senses on the “alive and alert” status. Involve yourself with a new set of eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind. This is Mindful Writing at its best. 

Many thanks to Becca Givens for introducing me to Mindful Writing. 

Those tiny flowers

Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem… 


They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers. 

They are that remorseless joy of deteliction

darkest banks exhale like vivid breath 

as bricks divide to let them root between. 

How every falling place concots their smile, 

taking what’s left and making a song of it. 

Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)

Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge



The guilt that haunted me is still there.
For years, it would not let me sleep
I would dream of them in all situations and places
I would see the sneers or the undeserved generosity
I could feel the missed opportunities
To a better worldview, giving back, being supportive, showing grace or caring enough
Giving, even while receiving with both hands

The years of torment are gone now, only to fester as a wound.


Ragwort by Anne Stevenson

They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers.
They’re that remorseless joy of dereliction
darkest banks exhale like vivid breath
as bricks divide to let them root between.
How every falling place convoys their smile,
taking what’s left and making a song of it.

Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)



Uncertainty is potential waiting to be tapped,
it is the crossroad at which we stand,
trying to decide which way we are to go.

No matter what we decide,
the path treaded often,
or the path less chosen.

We move from the status quo,
from contentment, from stagnation,
to choose our destiny.



I don’t understand love
It is highly regarded
Yet has been vilified
Love really frees the soul
But why are lovers persecuted?

Love should transcend all
Age, background, intellect and gender?
Love is peace and pleasure
But lovers are in shackles
Would I ever understand love?

I have been nominated by Umber to share my interpretation of Love ( in 10 lines of 4 words each). Okay, I bent the rules a little bit on that. I have been asked to share my favourite quote on love. Again, instead of a quote I am sharing my favourite painting that seems to sum up the word for me. I am also asked to invite 10 other bloggers to share Love in 10 lines of 4 words each. Also share your favourite quote on love.


Sohni Mahiwal- Painting by Sobha Singh

This painting (painted in the 1940s) by the renowned painter Sobha Singh (1901-1986) depicts the lovers Sohni and Mahiwal by the riverside. The iconic painting immortalised the most popular tragic romance in Punjab’s folklore.

As for nominating to carry on this love chain, here is an open invitation to my readers to share their views on love. Draw, write, paint, sing, share.