This so-called thing #Barathon @blogarhythm

This so-called thing #Barathon @blogarhythm

Growing limbs anew is an arduous task, you are bestowed with a pair of new shoes that don’t jive, hope   urges you on, but you are flooded and flowing and flooding in more than one tributary at the same

Six minutes of fame #BarAThon

Six minutes of fame #BarAThon

cloudburst. I soared in rainbow showers. the wind swept the cloud away. my parched skin throbs for color. This poem is written for BARATHON DAY 6. For a change, I thought I shall follow the suggested prompt:)

Is that Imposter home tonight? #BarAThon

Is that Imposter home tonight? #BarAThon

In April this year, my ideas were like the spring melting from a Himalayan glacier under the warm summer glow. They flowed with clarity and reflected the sun and I was bashful enough to fancy myself a poet. This part

Plastic Plastic Everywhere

Plastic Plastic Everywhere

  Recently, I have grown a pair of plastic detecting eyes. I scan my living room and we are drowning in plastic.   Childrens toys. Plastic. Amazon packaging. Plastic. Shampoo bottles. Plastic. Food staples packaging. Plastic. Toothbrushes. Plastic. And I

Practice before the Mumma-thon: A Bare Minimum Necessity #BARaThon @blogarhythm1

Practice before the Mumma-thon: A Bare Minimum Necessity #BARaThon @blogarhythm1

The case I present to you today is a simple one. How did you prepare for motherhood? By wearing bangles, eating healthy and being pampered. What did you think that motherhood was about? Cuddles and smiles, right? (And if you

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