Tag: #writing

• A short story : Jane and Joe

  

  “Did you sleep well?” he asked concerned “Yes I did.” “How are you feeling now?” “I’m much better. Please don’t worry,” she said, her voice soft “How can I not worry? I am your son.” “Son?” she asked confused. “You must go and rest. You just got discharged from the hospital yesterday,” he continued ignoring…

  Smitha V

  August 14, 2020

  Creative Writing

  #ageing, #alzheimers, #dementia, #fiction, #growingold, #love, #marriage, #oldage, #people, #shortstory, #writing

• Mumbai Diaries: After a break

  

  A big ‘Hello’ to all my readers. Its good to be back after a hiatus of two weeks and four days. I needed the break after thirty days of NaPoWriMo. Despite a few glitches, I did manage to charge my batteries and here I am…with you’ll again. I hope you’ll are doing well too and…

  Smitha V

  May 18, 2020

  Experiences

  #55days, #coronatimes, #India, #inspiration, #introspection, #life, #lockdown, #lockdowndiaries, #mumbai, #mumbaidiaries, #readers, #stayathome, #Thankyou, #truth, #writing, change, Experiences

• I’m sore! I can write no more!

  

    My shoulders are aching And so is my skull. I’m lying on the bed With my hands behind my head.   My neck feels like its gonna give away God! What a price I must pay For this madness That’s caused me this soreness!   A zillion thoughts Brewing; must be attended to, before…

  Smitha V

  January 29, 2020

  Creative Writing, Poetry

  #funpoem, #humor, #life, #sore, #truth, #writing, Poetry

• A writer’s lament

  

      Oh! They torment me so these words – that fly before my eyes, like birds the din they create -flapping their sturdy wing As I watch- away they go   They swim before my weary eyes Alphabets garbled –  they watch me struggle Writhing in pain; I wriggle To keep afloat While they,…

  Smitha V

  December 10, 2019

  Poetry

  #life, #painofwriting, #quote, #truth, #words, #writers’block, #writing, Poetry

• Guilty

  

  I’m guilty of forgetting of a memory that’s fading I can’t remember The sound of your voice That lulled me to bed when my heart filled with dread or urged me to be tough when the going got rough Or bolstered me up When my cup spilled over And said, ‘Try my dear, once more.’…

  Smitha V

  October 24, 2019

  Poetry

  #creativewriting, #death, #diary, #guilty, #loss, #memories, #mother, #poet, #poetry, #timeheals, #writing, My diary, Poetry