LIMBO

Bits of things that pop into this mind.

I sit down and wonder.

What’s it all about?

These dreams that want to be set free.

Where do I start?

How will it end?

This story.

My story.

It’s starting to get boring.

For the first time I don’t know how to begin.

So much time has passed.

Limbo isn’t a good place to pull up a chair and relax.

Moving on, turning pages because a stagnant mind never lasts.

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To Have Loved

Bhaswati Ghosh

What a beautiful thing it is to have loved.
To stand next to a Japanese maple tree slowly

dying and admire the burgundy stars
shimmering on its branches in sunlight.

To hold a father’s unsteady hands as the
breath ebbs out of him on an uncertain night.

To dig through rubble, fresh and still warm from
the bomb that fashioned it, for your daughter’s

missing doll. To chat with your friend’s
granddaughter over Whatsapp, epistles of

encrypted affection. To think of your daughter’s
face, now in prison, with a trembling heart and

a colourless smile. What if you don’t make it until
she’s freed? To let go. Of a withering Japanese

maple, your father’s sentience, the head of your
child’s lost doll, the hope to see your daughter again.

To have loved is to make peace with loss even though.
To have loved is to know the insolence of desire.

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Confab With Me

When the “what if” crowds your mind and dampens your soul, shroud those pretentious thoughts with “so what” scrawls

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

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Our Fallacies

Confab With Me

We have our share of fallacies. At the end let your share of goodness overshadow the bad ones

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting

You can listen to my YouTube channel Here

Connect with me on social media. My social media handles are below

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Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 328 – Father’s Day

But I Smile Anyway...

“My father has always been my hero.”

Gregory Hines

Yup, Spidey, I agree with that quote 100000%!

My Pops is the most wonderful father there ever was, and I never leave it to one day a year to tell him. Every time we speak, I make sure he leaves the call, with me telling me how much he means to me, and whenever we see each other, that hug is what conveys all the emotion. It works both ways.

I could myself blessed that I was born his daughter. The wisdom he has imparted upon me, the love he has showered on all of us, the constant, invisible support he has been for us all…

But, my Pops isn’t the only father in my life…

I have my father-in-law, and hey, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have the gorgeous husband that I was lucky enough to have been…

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No consistency with the pain body

Rhapsody Bohème

Another post about the pain body and the RA. Glimpses of light give me hope and a feeling that I’m on the mend. That I am my own healer, knowing what’s best for me. And then there are storms, restless but pain stricken days and nights, that take all that hope and turn it into despair. There is no consistency right now and each day is truly different. Where is this going? Is this another moment you would just tell me to breathe. I’m trying my friends, I’m trying.

Sometimes I wonder if I truly did make it like that tarot card insisted! Or was it just simply too much and I pushed too hard! While I had no other choice, I wonder if my body can forgive me and heal once more.

It’s been peaceful living in the RV. It comes with challenges for a full time living which…

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