Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo

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It can be done, one can survive
Without the drama and the sarcasm
There is honesty and goodness too in this world
Akin to the soft brown eyes of my child

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Sunsets are just as spectacular
Coffee runs are still a lot of fun
It is ok to not document life
It is fun to just live it

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A year older, not a day wiser
Blessed for all I have and more
Birthdays call for revelations
Sometimes between you and your mirror, or your Maker

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Flowers in vases and fusion recipes
Winterizing closets and warmth of friends
Almost there but not quite,
Have to progress a little more for progressive lenses

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Kind emails everyday saying one is missed
Take away from the froth of falsehood
Apologies in advance to those
Who abhor updates of "self and child"

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Words exist for a reason
Meanings are important.
Friends, strangers, and acquaintances
Not flip sides, completely different currency.

Distances are the best
The horizon is prettier
Time is beautifully relative
Transient dew transforms into a unique snowflake ….

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

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