yaaY its souP, possiblY!!

My earliest soup memory goes back to when I was almost five. We had gone out for dinner and mum ordered tomato soup. She said it would work as an appetizer. Everything went fine until the next morning.

Dad and I were standing by the sink brushing our teeth. Suddenly the muscles of my stomach stiffened, the toothbrush stopped in my mouth, I bent over and the next thing I knew the entire sink was full of the tomato soup!  The brick red liquid was dripping down my toothbrush.

Since then I avoid ordering tomato soup at restaurants. J

Written for Theme Thursday



3 and 3
are 2 women, the 2nd itching the 1st one's back!

3 and 3
are lovers, He making up to Her.

3 and 3
are Martha's tiny hairclips, left on the floor.

3 and 3
are twins, happily co-existing.

3 and 3
are a cartoon's ears, lost and found here!

3 and 3
are 6, 9, 8 and 33.

I say 3 and 3
'coz possibilities have no decree!

For Theme Thursday


 

...& all that

I am broken. My wounds sore. I can’t fight you anymore.

You proved me wrong

whenever I took a decision
and tried to move on.

 Why do they say

"live to the fullest” when
all we have to do each day is compromise?

These dreams are mine,

I cherish them!
Who then are you to come in between us?

Stop stopping me from moving forward.

Dear Life,

Do not forget                                                    

That even you have no existence without me.

 

 

 

Gloom

Life and its cruel games!
It caresses u but with claws ‘guised in fur
Pushes you to take that one next step and then mocks you, sneers at your failed efforts
Just as you try to collect yourself, its vicious laughter reeking in vanity echoes
It flips sides faster than the pulse yet somehow it is never on your side.
In this never ending duel, you give up one day to realize:
“All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women merely players…”