Like poisoned apple…

           It began with a small argument It will soon be over so they thought, naive little Children watched as the daddy dragged ma around the house ************************************ He always kept her in rage her beautiful soul slipping away by the daily cruelty like poisoned apple passed down from generation *********************************…

Photo of the Day.

In recent  times, I have been receiving Invites to Radio stations  to talk about my music project and other things I have been doing lately. I was going through my photo gallery when I saw this  particular picture. It brought back the memory of the particular evening I went for this interview.  This moment was…

Memory Lane.

There is a place in my heart There is a street on mind It is called, “memory lane” Where the past mix with my present With a delightful feeling  Sauteed with Deja Vu ************** It is a place where beautiful thoughts,  And not-so-beautiful thoughts, met and mixed That boulevard where my path crossed with people…

Its my house,and I live here.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Our House.” Today’s prompt reminded me of a beautiful song I used to love as a young girl growing up in my neighbourhood in mile2 . It’s my House by Diana Ross. Those days were the formative years for me. I grew home in a home surrounded…

Retrospectively Funny.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Retrospectively Funny.” Today’s prompt brought memories  of my Secondary School days. I was very athletic(A sprinter) back then and  loved hanging out with the boys than the girls. Guess that’s why they used to call me a “Tom-boy” back in the days. On this particular day in…