Tag Archives: sadness


Whenever I get the urge to chuckle 

I try to restrain my laughs

Less hot tears should catch me unaware 

All those times I had a few laughs

Grief and tears came from nowhere

For many a laugh, it’s true

Unexpected sadness does hit you


Daily Prompt 




When a cold wind is blowing

And the sky gets laden with clouds

And the twinkling stars disappear, and it seems they are no more

The weather is gloomy

I go back to the awful days of my husband’s illness

The last years of his life

Makes me inexplicably sad again




Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.



Image Search
Pick a random word and do Google image search on it. Check out the eleventh picture it brings up. Write about whatever that image brings to mind.

Image: Google

I say I am fine, but I am having a pain in my side.

My intentions are good, but they are often bad ideas.

If I take things easy, they are often hard to do.

I want to be happy, yet I am sad.

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Joy and Sadness

Happy Happy Joy Joy
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?


Joy and sadness, so intermingled are they

From where the tears have come

What can I say?

My face is so wet, my voice does breaks

How do I check the tears running down my face?

When my heart is so uplifted with the news that have come

When I am so happy, stop ruining my day

Listen dear tears, do stop I pray

If you won’t stop, I won’t have my say


What Happens to Me

Daily Prompt: The Great Divide
When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?

Crying, sitting huddled up — that’s me.
Did anyone said anything to me?
Has any misfortune befallen me?
Has there been any bad news?

No, no, no.

So why am I crying?

You won’t laugh? Promise?

Okay, I am reading this book, and this is what happened ……..

There was a time when I could read: fiction, non fiction, biographies, thrillers, murder mysteries, historical books, anything on which I could lay my hands.

My heart has gone frail over the years. I only read light fiction now, very occasionally non fiction; someone has read, and recommended.

When I am reading fiction, anything bad happens, I console myself, “these are just words. Nothing happened, it’s imagination.”

Reading non-fiction I cry when something untoward happens. I feel sad, and a heaviness settles around my heart. I can’t shake the sadness away.

That’s what happens to me.


When I Am Happy

Daily Prompt: Happy Radars
Are you a good judge of other people’s happiness? Tell us about a time you were spot on despite external hints to the contrary (or, alternatively, about a time you were dead wrong).


I can’t say for other people. Some hide their happiness, as if it is a frail thing which will break if they show it, or others will steal it away.

Some hide their bad news, because they fear people will be so despicable to gloat over their misfortune.

When I am happy, I like to shout that I am happy this moment. When I am sad, tears are ready to fall at the slightest pretext.

Happiness knocked at my door
Opened the door to let it in

Another knock came
And sadness stepped in

I can’t protect myself
From one of them

I will be just happy
For sadness to stem

Here is a happy song:

I love this old Barney song


In Life’s Journey

Daily Prompt: Opening Lines
What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

In life’s journey the places we pass
They never come again, never again

One voice which I liked in a forever kind of way is Kishore’s voice. He was an Indian singer. This song “Zindagi ke safar mein guzr jatain hain jo muqam” never lost it’s charm for me.

There is a heart rendering sadness to it. It’s a kind of song which is appreciated by young and old alike. Whenever it was sung at functions (although it’s a sad song), people gave a shout when it came up.

Our life is just like that. It passes in a blur. Moments keep moving forward. We can never have them again. People in our life, once we lose them, we never see them again.