Love For Sale
In Her Eyes
In my daughter eyes I see my whole World revolving, In her hands, my life!
Valentine’s Day Love featuring KomalMeansDelicate
Hello to my dear friend, Richa’s, lovely readers!
Today, I will be taking over the iScriblr blog while Richa takes over my blog! My name is Komal Singh and I run the blog KomalMeansDelicate.com. I blog about fashion, lifestyle and little bits of travel sprinkled in so if you’re interested in that type of content then head over to my blog.
Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Women’s Day!
An evermore avatar of AFFECTION, With a glistening badge of BELIEF, A spirit that is so CHEERFUL, DEVOTED to the T. She is an epitome of EMPATHY, She is FEARLESS and GALLANT, No patriarchy can bring her down, She is HEROIC, she is INDEPENDENT. JOYFUL and euphoric, With KINDNESS that shines through, She breathes LIFE into the lifeless, She is MESMERIZING, she is beautiful. Believing in her NATURAL beauty, She endeavors to OVERTAKE the world, Annihilating the clouds of doubt with POISE, She is a QUEEN - the one that REBELLED. SUCCESSFUL and prospering, She is what aspirations are made of, Her TALENT surprises all her nay-sayers, She is for real, she is UNBEATABLE. Her VALOR is par excellence, No cynic can bring her down, She is a WOMAN of substance, She is XENIAL, the one who can not be dis-crowned. Her YOUTHFULNESS is relentless, Her ZEALOUSNESS can not be paralleled, She is forbearing and merciful, SHE is what makes the world inhabitable!
Oceanic Talent
She achieves, she wins.. With an OCEAN of talent. The invincible!
Not So White!
white noise - undiluted rude voice! white washed - no better than brainwash! white lies - pure and simple disguise!
What Has Been Unspoken
Love Broken faith Imprisoned longings And ruined desire to last Anticipating control She painfully lives Craving for Trust
How Did I Get Here?
In the crinkled chapters of my past, I sometimes unearth my solicitude, Tangled in the cobwebs of reflection, I reason my perennial solitude. Reminiscing the diabolic chapters of my yore, In grief I trudge through my present being, Incapable of bypassing history, I am stuck in an unceasing cycle of self-pitying. With severed intrepidity I subsist, My "amour-propre" is in shambles, Awaiting emancipation, I wait on cadavers of all lost battles. This sorrowfulness is beyond my fortitude, The suffering I can take no more, The memories of my slaughtered past mauls me, I yearn for this turmoil to cure!
Mending The Broken Places
Learning from my faults, I evolve, I move forward, Unlocking prospects! Breaking free of servitude, It's me against the world now!