Raisins

We are like raisins

Weather worn appearances

Sweethearts through and through

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The Mystery Blogger Award

It is so humbling that Sadia Noor nominated me for The Mystery Blogger Award. Sadia is inspirational and has wisdom beyond her years. Please do check out her blog to see the magic inside it.

Thank you Sadia!

WHAT IS MYSTERY BLOGGER AWARD?
“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging; and they do it with so much love and passion.

– Okoto Enigma

Rules of the Award:

1. Put the award logo on your blog.
2. List the rules.
3. Thank whoever nominated you and include a link to their blog.
4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link to their blog as well.
5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
6. Nominate 10-20 people.
7. Notify your nominees.
8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice, specifying one weird/funny question.
9. Share a link to your best post(s).

3 Things About Me:

  1. I am an introvert behaving like an extrovert.
  2. I have little filter and am fairly random most of the time.
  3. I love people and yet I stay away from them as much as I can.

Questions asked by Sadia:

Q1: What inspired you to create your blog?

One of my clients who I supported into paid employment and subsequently started her own business. She has learning and mental disabilities and yet she is one of the most cheery and inspirational people I have the great fortune to meet. She encouraged me to start writing and I did. 

Q2: How you spend your leisure time?

Daydreaming most of the time, writing, reading and social mediaing.

Q3: what makes you feel good?

Nature energises me and reminds me of God’s great creation. It is my happy place.

Q4: If you could meet any person (dead or alive), who would that be and why?

My God sent other half. I am a hopeless romantic.

Q5: What is your life’s Motto?

“Do not judge, or you too will be judged.”

My Nominees are:

  1. Gauri Walecha 
  2. JC
  3. Joshua Curtis
  4. Luna
  5. Mike Ennenbach
  6. Marysa Storm
  7. Peter
  8. River Dixon
  9. Sadia Noor
  10. Tetiana Aleksina & Tony Single

My Questions for the Nominees:

Q1: What motivates you to write?

Q2: What is your pet peeve?

Q3: When you don’t feel like writing, what do you do?

Q4: Which one word and one word only to describe yourself?

Q5: What is your life’s Motto?

Link of my Posts you may enjoy reading:

Two as 1

The girl in the wardrobe

You

Run! Run!

Near Miss Romance

 

Contortion

to me
rhyming poems are like
contortion
they are extremely
flexible

to me
they are also
seemingly
inhuman

contortion
captivates
mass audiences
so do
rhyming poems

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Icicles

winter is mind numbingly long
staring at the icicles
they dove down like pool splash
from the overwhelmed roof
formed a curtain to
shield my tiresome eyes
from the morning haze

sometimes they look like
a baby’s temper tantrum tears
sometimes they glare at me like
a group of flying darts
sometimes they bloom like
frozen dandelions

winter is mind numbingly long
today they resemble
my hair turned grey overnight
I should have kept
hibernating

 

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Fox

you got the moxy
attracts the foxy lady

her long legs
parade in burgundy heels
vaguely seen through
the dark silk
long split leg
maxi dress
her elegant ivory neck
wrapped in a fur scarf

your agile mind
and sharp wit
make her head turn
a vixen recognises
her own calibre

Impatient

I’m patient in the great scheme
Impatient seems like a missprint
It’s a fineline in between

I prayed for your healing
I know God is a healer
God given wisdom told me
to be patient

I am a fool when
it comes to your healing
I wonder why
God is
so slow

Inkling

the minor bickering
the slight unpleasant encounters
the accumulative unkindness
giving an inkling of
a disaster in the making

Shadow box

I moved country, continent, hemisphere
I fit my life into a suitcase
I came naked
I will go naked
It is one suitcase too much

memory fades
happy or sad
we live momentarily
eventually memory loss

what do I hold dearly
will I recognise
the you and me once been
in the shadowbox
chained around my neck

the picture will be so blur
in my failing mind
the shadow box will be so worn out
by the fiddle of my fingers
you perhaps will be long gone
with my smile imprinted to
your soul