Holding hands

Holding hands and walking by,
As you share about your day,
With your naughty contagious smile,
Making me smile without fail.

Holding hands with you,
It looks like I am leading the way,
But it’s you who is leading,
Making me find my way.

You surprise me everyday,
Asking me about my day,
Never failing to notice a change,
Making me feel special.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

The Journey

I cannot promise any destination,
I cannot promise any fancy ending,
With the view I see,
From where I am standing,
I can feel the joy and excitement.

It’s the journey that matters,
Maybe there will be a celestial place found along the way,
Maybe I will get lost,
But I will never know,
Unless I take the walk.

And I am ready to walk,
With no expectations,
Keeping an open mind,
I will not regret walking to find out,
Rather than think what could have been beyond this view.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

The Empty Bench
She had shed tears sitting here,
Drowning her helplessness,
Not caring for passer-by.

She had waited for him sitting here,
Her heartache growing to indifference,
As she accepted his absence.

She had read books sitting here,
Finding her solitude,
And enjoying it.

Now I am the empty bench,
I see her walking by,
And I am happy she found her way.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.

The Leaf

I am just a leaf,
Ordinary, plain and starting to dry up,
The morning dew fell on me,
Without any announcement,
Making me glisten,
Elevating me from being ordinary.

~The End~

Believing in surprises. A special poem, my first poem I wrote and shared.

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.