An ode, to the walls seeing the unseen faces/ to the floor carrying spilled coffee/ to the gates etched with the memories of goodbyes and hellos/ to the mugs held in between fingers with little care/ to the plates disrespected most of the times/ to the unclear mirror of dust/ to the micellar water removing dirt, bullies on skin/ to the clocks ticking over day and night uttering ‘move on’ in silence/to the uncared aloe vera in the balcony/ to the cushion bearing long hugs/ to the notepad of undone works / to the bracelet that feels the gushing out stress/ to the stole that covers up one from judgments/ to the queer magazines on the dining table reconditioning notions/ to the pens with no ink/ to crumbled paper of poor writing attempts/ to the sling bags of train tickets and kumkum/ to the safety pins holding dressess tight/ to the unopened parcels/ to the unworn clothes/ to the fading mehndi/ to the bits and pieces of home, this is an ode, to the unnoticed and inconspicuous things of life.
Thank you so much for reading!
Frameofsoul 
மிகவும் அற்புதம் ஹேமா! எவ்வளவு அருமையான வரிகள்!
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Loved them all, but the stole and fading mehandi were my particular favourites. 😊
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So glad! Thank you ❤️
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Sammmmm, I’m in love with how you comment in Tamizh ❤️
Thank you so much for reading, it was such an impromptu write-up!
நன்றிகள் பல 🌺
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😀 மகிழ்ச்சி 🙏
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I loved the fading mehendi part
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Thank you so much, Ziii
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Ah, this is so beautifully written Hema ❤️
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Thank you so much, ma’am! ❤️
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Yes Dear Hemalatha All The Bits and Pieces
of Life Bring Flow of Home Everywhere
And Everything
That Becomes
A Poetry Prompt
To Color Life More
Forever Now
mY FRiEnD
Life is Only
As Colorful
As We Paint
All the Parts Whole
In How We Feel And
Sense All of Life in Synergy of Joy More
With of Course Respect Now For Shadows
MaKinG Sunshine Possible too For All We Do..:)
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Haha very true. They really prompted me to write this.
Hope you both are doing great!
How’s fall there?
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Thanks Hemalatha
For Your inspiring
Poem in
Florida Fall
Comes And
Summer Keeps
Returning in
Spurts Currently
We Are Enjoying
Respite
Of Cool
Breezes Surely
Something You
Might
Like
In The
Unrelenting
Green Yet
Heat And
Humidity
Of India my FRiEnD😊🏝
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Aahhh! It’s monsoon in India. Unexpected showers and wet roads are all around! ❤️
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Stay Safe And
Dry in Your
Indian Monsoons ☔️
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I love this ode, Hema. Reminds us all to be grateful for all things in life. ❤️
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So glad. Thank you so much, Sir 😇❤️
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You’re most welcome, Hema. Always. ❤️
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the fading mehndi part was so good!
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Thank you so much, Dear!
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and as a good friend of mine says to “writing wrongs and writing rights” (Liz Riffle 2021)
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This sounds so good. Give me a perspective of your on this. Would love to know, Sir 😍
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