Leave a comment



Day 5: 5th April 2015 NAPOWRIMO




Mad dash of colours blur my vision,

Festoons, balloons and ribbons everywhere

Loud music travel through my ears to my heart

Making my feet dance

I am almost in a trance.


Laughter rings through the throngs of people

Making my tiny heart giddy too.

Slicing through the crowd we push forward

I pray, beg and yell for everything I spot

My little heart needs everything they have got.


Finally my mother stops,

Picking me up in her arms, and kissing me.

‘Slow down child,’ she said, ‘You have the entire day’

‘Let us go and get you a toy,’

I pointed at the big beautiful ball on display.


‘Beggars are not allowed’ shouted the man,

And shooed us away.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Silent Spider Silk

Writing on and off, and living life in the spaces in between.

Sweta Paul Vs The World

This world terrifies me. And at times, I break out in emotion, sarcasm and lame humour.


The Fantastic and Mundane Chronicles of an Aspiring Writer


Author of the 'Lauren's Story' about a teenage runaway who ends up sleeping rough.

Daily (w)rite



This is the site about life, people, highs, lows and all those blows.


Diary of a VAGABOND

Surbhi Sarna

The Pursuit of Writing

My Petridish

Imagination is the fire of life...

Heartstring Eulogies

Conjured by Sarah Doughty

Deidra Alexander's Blog

I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.

The Critiquing Chemist

Literary Analysis derived from an Analytical Chemist

Milly Schmidt

The Cat's Write

Preethi Prabhu

An Indian Home

Aarti V Raman

Where Writer Gal talks about books, movies, hot men, TV shows, random poetry and why she cannot absolutely go on hikes longer than three kilometers.

%d bloggers like this: