<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2026 08:53:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>haiku</category><category>Free verse</category><category>rhyming</category><category>rhyme</category><category>Haikus</category><category>NationalPoetryMonth(NaPoWriMo)</category><category>The Whispering Dewdrops</category><category>A to Z Challenge</category><category>life</category><category>inspirational</category><category>exploring poetry</category><category>shapepoem</category><category>Narrative</category><category>Experimenting With Poetry Forms</category><category>Writing</category><category>acrostics</category><category>flash fiction</category><category>blogadda</category><category>love</category><category>Lyric Poetry</category><category>fiction</category><category>gillette</category><category>160 characters</category><category>Magpie</category><category>valentine</category><category>ConcretePoem</category><category>photos</category><category>poetry</category><category>5W Poem</category><category>Happy Mothers Day</category><category>Name Poetry</category><category>Poem</category><category>Villanelle</category><category>cartoon poem</category><category>fibonacci</category><category>friendship poem</category><category>rondels</category><category>valentines day card</category><category>100 words fictions</category><category>Basic Shapes</category><category>Earth Day</category><category>EpicPoem</category><category>Greek Myths</category><category>Japanese Tanka</category><category>Pongal</category><category>Publication</category><category>Seven Wonders</category><category>abc &#39;s poem</category><category>cinquain</category><category>clerihew</category><category>couplets</category><category>haibun form</category><category>limerick</category><category>smelly stubble</category><category>sonnet</category><category>tanka japanese</category><category>titanic</category><category>300 words fiction</category><category>Accolades</category><category>Aphrodite</category><category>Causes</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Complex Acrostic</category><category>Contemporary Poem</category><category>Da Vinci</category><category>Daughter</category><category>Double Acrostic</category><category>Double-dactyls</category><category>Ekphrasis  Poetry</category><category>Fairy tale</category><category>Ghazals</category><category>Haynaku</category><category>Hope</category><category>Hypnotism</category><category>Idyll form</category><category>Independence</category><category>KINDLE EDITION for Download</category><category>King of Pop</category><category>Micheal Jackson</category><category>Mono Lisa</category><category>Mother</category><category>Music songs</category><category>NaNoWriMo</category><category>National Novel Writing</category><category>Neologism</category><category>Newspaper Poems</category><category>Paintings</category><category>Palindrome</category><category>Pi-Ku Haiku</category><category>Picture Poem</category><category>Poetry Book</category><category>Quatrain</category><category>Quotes</category><category>Spoetry</category><category>Tamil poems</category><category>The Mood Ring</category><category>Trees</category><category>VOTE FOR NAME</category><category>ballad</category><category>clouds</category><category>disney</category><category>dove</category><category>gratitude</category><category>loop_poetry</category><category>moon</category><category>naani</category><category>night</category><category>night sky</category><category>ottava</category><category>ottava rima</category><category>personal</category><category>poems</category><category>princess</category><category>proverb</category><category>rima</category><category>senryu</category><category>sky</category><category>smell</category><category>sun</category><category>tatasafari</category><category>the mag</category><category>who-what-when-where-why Poem</category><title>R H Y T H M U S </title><description>My Words!My World!</description><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-7528608148044805090</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Sep 2024 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-09-07T11:59:07.458-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><title>Nobody Lives Here - Free Verse Poem </title><atom:summary type="text">You only release the tears when you realize,That your mind did not make up these thoughts after allThe voices that used to comfort you and make you feel part of the paradeLeave you to be haunted by forlorn streets marked by debris instead of footprintsThat would remind you that you were still alive, still hereBut now you are only reminded by the rush of emotions&amp;nbsp;The adrenaline that paced </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2024/09/nobody-lives-here-free-verse-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vidula)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDZV75kEzF1T2R4Vbx7EK7xMqhj2n47iz9EG9WWufKAWIUNi0uAC1d4SU3m6nDDl4__CnjtVOfEMXqqiDlXbUZBpbDb1AdiM7niIInjGjKYDx02R655rlL1RgtVjDUFy9oOj6RcbZ203Yd8w4Oa1BqCU4GLh2ezz21ty3QtGTPoDsHt_6YpM-6Drp2mI/s72-w320-h320-c/vidula%20poem%20nobody%20lives%20here.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-8758175836858960588</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2023 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-12-08T14:50:19.235-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rhyme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rhyming</category><title>Merry Christmas Poem 2023 </title><atom:summary type="text"> Christmas is a special time we all look forward to every year. It is a season filled with joy, warmth, and traditions that bring us together. From twinkling lights to delicious treats, Christmas has a magical vibe that makes everything feel extra special. Families gather, friends celebrate, and everyone shares kindness and love. Whether it&#39;s snowing or raining outside, Christmas is celebrated by</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2023/12/merry-christmas-poem-2023.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXIK-7lGtapZka6hqtwRqJ9IfhNs5EApaz_vXH7CLeFHxLf44UKMpT-Wr_RKE6Hs8a23FQCyOQ13Sb5LiCP5shxRKtioDNTK_bNJCQiR1S6_KAJR5Mk2j5pqCNnrh8pU-xtrx2FVxrmPZoj8MOcCwnia_p7Xh0sHo2izvZYx71FnS5L5m_T8yn235imo/s72-w320-h320-c/christmas%20tree%20using%20recycled%20materials.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-5598506844021227128</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2015 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-02-24T16:32:02.697-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">personal</category><title>The Bold Step I took to Start A New Life</title><atom:summary type="text">
Life is a roller coaster ride and change is inevitable.  As a young child, I was  an introvert and loved spending time with my pet kitten which I treasured the most.  Except for my family members, I won’t talk much to other people and was always on the listening side. If some of my friends are argumentative to an extent that is unbearable, it so happened that I avoided them completely. Yes, I </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-bold-step-i-took-to-start-new-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeZa6BP0-fzWgMiCQcfItmRrmki66t_YmmHh6-RImyOjxnOBj7mUnhDepR2cmpz85xU-IQ-ehrB1oiKPsIr6kwAywzDbwCyMMSEEViNkAYzNv5Kr9SmKDWAQ5XSAIgW9zeZ10Cuo1Hww/s72-c/roller+coaster+ride.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-6052158278724088194</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2015 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-02-13T11:42:44.548-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">valentine</category><title>Happy Valentine</title><atom:summary type="text">


Happy Valentine


</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2015/02/happy-valentine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYng_8K80Ti2jTRVsCcy9hzr0qZbO4osb74KSIrUPdQhq7HmLF4U6Vz7YPQqHHGXYxbfCY2gB5ORzQDjH_zBPYVr7mqI6r3zm8Omk9DQPtqpFaRxBzEkHUtv-Q1QqHHuj_wpucFKxzsTA/s72-c/valentine.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-3093129732217066431</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2014 12:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-30T04:06:42.606-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>A Perfect Start</title><atom:summary type="text">
Sanitation and hygiene begins at Home!

The daily news on the TV was discussing energetically about the &quot;Swachh India&quot;, a nationwide campaign for a clean and hygienic India. 

Kavitha came out of the kitchen with a tea in her hand. She was headed towards her only son Rahul who was busy getting ready for his college. 

&quot;Didn&#39;t you mention me something related to this event, Rahul?&quot; she asked her </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-perfect-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV_4sgRMQMq8qAJsdM0oCYsmREg3WFIJwBtXGyoenuvhMwvIcHs2rvC3sHhd0snzec8Xy5yjzoTbi5bcW_P7itY_D34Ew-4xyUTZawJz4mwSElB9DwH5Te7lNBmLpJxGxENentCTNtDY/s72-c/clean+shave.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-8069539107107943247</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2014 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T13:21:16.090-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">300 words fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>A Profile Named &quot;Arjun&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">


The screen in front of me shone brightly with the words “Bharat Matrimony”. It has been a day that I had created my profile on their website. And requests have already started pouring in.

But, I was busy typing something from my mobile on to the search bar.

Profile ID: xxxxxx






Arjun. He had called me in my mobile that afternoon in my office and introduced himself. 

He said he liked my </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/11/a-profile-named-arjun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspxDP2G7JBnU8eB3NQxiEEg6qMzrg6D38V16S6YmtBIgtOU6IUOVH2mvmRBC7C6jWvDm2csz48m6eu9vLB1r1xdK_eDtzmXEK4IzfFbavb4WSGCkySeaLc9W-H1a4LwM3d9rW0LGhFTA/s72-c/fiction.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-9219948139753257983</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2014 00:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-25T16:00:40.821-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Predict your Luck with the Lucky 6 Game</title><atom:summary type="text">
Lottery - a word well known and is cherished by a common man for winning something big. But unfortunately, winning is very slim and not all are lucky to get returns on what they spend in buying the tickets. I have seen one of my uncle spend a little of his earnings every year on buying lottery tickets in the hope of winning a lottery. But, it has been a decade and he has not won much. Yet, his </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/11/predict-your-luck-with-lucky-6-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGTHyimMWMIji6HUvWhLw53JA-FJ47Kvxpf33aSYUasZGl1LOal-YfnEyoFqTehPVchWh3NPIn5hgCi0UZ1nre1TXFk-OzjbtRaUUpJ6UstiE_0SEGbxjECgJpdff-hp6ctq4qRngK54/s72-c/lucky+6.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-6544158086798725989</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2014 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-24T15:22:18.058-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haikus</category><title>Highway - haiku</title><atom:summary type="text">





twists and turns on path

road ride akin life journey

destiny en route&amp;nbsp;



destiny en route&amp;nbsp;

mystery life, lone and dark

wee hopes light the path





</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/11/highway-haiku.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi280gXG7nXJ8aNe8loVJz6J0cnt8pAk5Kwm6fCEiRt2AJYgS9k7d20IkRYXaATSbXLL7JYHq55u3u-cRO_8uFlfMfPuDfqNpHEozBuO_zhHwMURTbr9nSFrFZakZLfbJw1hb7jhVZR2Mk/s72-c/highway.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-3591558524045206883</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2014 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-04T17:17:57.553-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Earth Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haikus</category><title>Feast or Famine Haiku</title><atom:summary type="text">


Image credit: Dick Blick Art


Slaughtered fleshes, war
win or lose, just remains left
alongside Nature

alongside Nature
mass&amp;nbsp;massacre, then famine
ludicrous war

ludicrous war
feast for eyes, famine for land
Bruised Ecosystem


-written for Magpie Tales


</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/11/feast-or-famine-haiku.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFzmV9A5oI2IPG2OOw1wzknBz0jvAR2CxJY3_JZF1i3B_gU9vLmloMObLGjE_37xxg7Y0uJbmetOe6VhhB0Nxmyt2BEmP_Qd1fsKEWXb1Zpq1PpgKxDAhi0zN_7OlNNPCue5pkrL_ICU/s72-c/blick,+dick.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-246188310719771975</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2014 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-29T17:27:43.693-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haikus</category><title>Haiku - Insects</title><atom:summary type="text">

blood thirsty creatures
predators, lurked beneath leaves
hold on! crippled feet



Credits - Tropicalbats


Haiku written for Three Words Wednesday (Blood, Cripple,Lurk)


Note :&amp;nbsp;Common, but medically inadvisable, techniques to remove a leech are to apply a flame, a lit cigarette, salt, soap, or a chemical such as alcohol, vinegar, lemon juice, insect repellent, heat rub, or certain </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/10/haiku-insects.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbybzoBpgPaK_r-rVpZ_GmMxOkinRFP1p0h_ICmJTEP4L4dldc58W9qrbdLq8kJgCuI0H1DlLLPsJuhkXBrj9yL_3FWhM7aselNtX5_eINzGapZbLL6n8O88YghO4lKdXGB3VdVzzeecM/s72-c/leech.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-4354480170774165614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2014 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-24T15:26:00.839-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rhyming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Daily Chores and the Two Sides of my Face </title><atom:summary type="text">
The daily chores and the two sides of my face takes you to a poetic journey which takes you into a woman&#39;s daily chores to my worn out look and finally, how I manage to look good without make-up.



Read, Enjoy and give it a Thought !


Get up and run, there&#39;s no time to ruin


From washing to cooking, get all jobs done

Put onions, pumpkins and carrots to boil

Sip the soup and clean the mess, </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/10/daily-chores-and-two-sides-of-my-face.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfU_1qrzEjQxvWzW9Zx7nOcfTnXM2sYSKfdDdtX8IecXvVXo365KANre8ImP7ucaAmRbU-mh6BzGHqoF6MXncO-Cw1e6S4THzJPA6TCTYB454V6aZmq-ArpCL0TauEXKTQFnunqg2cGC0/s72-c/face.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-291248586306841165</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2014 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-10-16T15:54:09.962-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haikus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magpie</category><title>Haiku - Mirrors</title><atom:summary type="text">

Sand-witched, I admire&amp;nbsp;

through timelessness mirrors bring&amp;nbsp;

Reflection Matrix





Maier Vivian Self Portrait




- Haiku for Magpie Tales





</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/10/haiku-mirrors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSP4M3TCe8KYqHNhzKq5dwvsJW8RT4us9KzkJuw3HUL64xfsMG8c5Y9UVQ0CYDEW2_M-tJu_ihl_Krr4ZVX4x3PhOnZgvcgQwaAs64bxOpNlcUxJ99C8HU3nX0WVTGPn59FnhLvvV2WA/s72-c/maier+vivian+self+portrait.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-165473531042974171</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2014 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-20T08:11:22.665-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Name Poetry</category><title>Bittersweet Kiss</title><atom:summary type="text">




Image prompt from Magpie Tales




The sweetness of the lips

Bonds&amp;nbsp;with the tartness

Opposites they are in taste

but holds the same look

Colors! Colors! Colors!

Is what makes them alike

like the skin of a man

which&amp;nbsp;drapes his personality

You look, taste and grumble

But without those painless&amp;nbsp;relief

that only colors can offer

nothing else seems to be the same.

It&#39;s </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/06/bittersweet-kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2a4BdHNCpDYhJbfQldZoD3fLQu89hgZs7WEnNCyI25Vz1STKCoebzLtqjnkPhSZIH4NSd_qaQeZgatj3-gyAbW2z3-o9OCnbXdtRoyr5s4uBiuxtxeLhnWH2AYGmV8ss_dLR1iS4d0U0/s72-c/lips.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-2479079749665900644</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2014 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-06-05T02:46:03.294-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happy Mothers Day</category><title>Happy Mother&#39;s Day</title><atom:summary type="text">
Happy Mother&#39;s Day !









You feel blessed whenever I smile
And for every tear drops of mine,
you suffer in &amp;nbsp;silence
Every time I evolve in this life,
you were proud of my achievements
And you always stay beside me
consoling whenever I&#39;m desolated

You help me to move forward
And you follow suit
to my every footsteps
Just to catch hold of me
if I may fall down

What shall I do Mom?
Just</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/05/happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcfm_yb4zcC4AtZcQKcisDBR4bwblGtmQgItmuon_3GFseTtOxxFqZ1qV9xwVOtnQ3RF736RUj-2jHCoij1RPvnAIJiKbpEZAj2niQSt648FuLrbXTdLX_qM75kA9izV0IB24YyHo2Gw/s72-c/Happy+Mother&#39;s+Day.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-4718279356849191860</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2014 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-17T04:12:52.323-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Building Love With You</title><atom:summary type="text">

If I have wings to fly, I would fetch the stars
to bring some twinkling in your eyes
If I know to swim, I would build a coral swing
brought from under the deep blue sea
But all I could do is to use my legs
to walk with you, beside you always

I will write a couple of love songs
so as to sing to make you feel loved
I will run my fingers into your hair
Slightly brushing and playing as you sleep
I</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/03/building-love-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZkk2LLFh5uboDeQJgwIS2_lvYLUqm0KwN9V8R6wN5_LslkzdUmb30OwEnEARUQOraKP-5RJMgTEeec46jTyFfCI7DU4UT6w29D9Rp5V4w54cFs0TgVM-10LcMwFSZ9fEjT7QuWiO63Y/s72-c/Love+couples.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-1740699382873939660</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2014 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-09T19:22:01.609-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Magpie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Memories</title><atom:summary type="text">






Wrenched skin 
Broken wings
of things that once engrossed my childhood

They lay every where 
on the ceilings and on the floor
the innocence of my life
engraved  in woods and stones 
Here is the sofa once my grandpa used
He liked it so much, it&#39;s his cosy zone
Right after work, this is where he rests in peace 

That broken Tele, how can I forget
the cheers and the smiles, this gadget
aired</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/03/memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8F-847TIK57UQbawYw9xCCVqh5E4wW6KweuuTU12w8hcV_m_L4tUFqANONreF1cI26iF0-8bDKEkRsYegXZdH4G4R4Gb_uRK663Jw8mGupaUXeu0tSnwlPZAriLjG6qCbh5FY3GthUA/s72-c/Lee+Plaza+Hotel,+Detroit,+Bonnie+Beechler.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-2238711521521998285</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2014 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-03T05:11:40.861-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Name Poetry</category><title>The Rain Poem</title><atom:summary type="text">

Rain

Moist and cool

Cleans my wrath

Filling my heart

With unsaid music
Soaking in my pain

And beauty

Sings and unheard song

Making me wait for long
Soothe my form

“Shelter my soul”



Rain

A miraculous way&amp;nbsp;

Of washing dirt

That covers the earth
Grasses dances in&amp;nbsp;mirth

Moistness empties the thirst

Of all the plants and the trees

Without you O’ rain

our energy will drain
</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-rain-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBj_iQ3fCXzy8ZYidurZy2xui8P-6TB5xfgzNMSt__8TCptl6SVuT3Mhyphenhyphenjl3h6ZyrftVgxZnM851WqUZeKktTec6U4L30EPkS2_vpsoYyBXx8eYiuRw9fSJ8LG5VJsnnaSYTEEo1rVgQ/s72-c/good-wallpaper-woman-in-the-rain-Good-Wallpaper-Woman-in-the-Rain.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-6773147581057917782</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2013 22:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.072-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cartoon poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gillette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>The Obsessed Woman </title><atom:summary type="text">

&quot;This was my first job and my first house before heading to the other houses in the same street. I need to make the best impression,&quot; I thought as I halted my bike near a big brown gate. I heard no braking and hence I opened the gate no. 38 bravely and rang the door bell. Within minutes, a middle aged woman opened the door and looked at my face.



&quot;Madam, this is a new promotional razor and </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-obsessed-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil2yDTU673xdFUh1INti3Ils1dLOWO0WwjM3zcntDl2x50bZPvpaGJxo8qwI7MxX3FrliTF88J0pP4lmM2TUfFt3oRhZb7j9eqm1kxNOH2BJorLoM9hhRbFWGLNVlB08ao6P3QBNBdp4k/s72-c/cartoon+funny.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-2307618408914790167</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Dec 2013 00:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.047-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">100 words fictions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cartoon poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gillette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Babe&#39;s Date with his Dad</title><atom:summary type="text">


Little Babe is very glad

It&#39;s Sunday,&amp;nbsp;

He is going for a date with his Dad

It&#39;s time to play

Dada, a tall and a handsome father of Babe comes home working late and hard in the jungle everyday. And whenever he comes home, little Babe will be always asleep. It was only on Sunday that Babe and Dada goes for a stroll in the forest - the only day father and son date together.



But that </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/babes-date-with-his-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisiEA3NsqPUsiWEkrNDZ7LvfAeIBJgnPbsScTLuaeYfiDRZN8N2xF2G3dSZ8xffoStANBFY0SHZNi24Scv6ugc9kmz3vxeLW_mGMMc_DPDYgWmJo38BsfgpTxWXPf4suZ-0kulTlfSHIg/s72-c/funny+cartoon.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-3116293103043106982</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2013 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-24T15:26:00.831-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dove</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free verse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>Gorgeous Lady!</title><atom:summary type="text">

To my best friend Tamilarasi (Kavitha),
Written just for you!

Recently when we spoke about the Dove Beauty Bar Soap Guessing game test, you agreed to come over Skype for the game. And when I said, I will be writing a public letter to you, you were like &quot; Are you telling me the truth?&quot;. Yes, and here is the truth (but&amp;nbsp;it is something related to looks/beauty dear) .


Do you remember our </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/gorgeous-lady.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSZVq_QFPDrxK-3IWMlcYzadgREVlJQmkhA9aqulxaa_ZuVNgEu4fhAPmhyphenhyphenVlMK17lQITBMsqHO6Z0Pyp5Z2iT4uzoMblwgBMm7h4ckKpBMjPem_J_G4UPiSDv8XSI8WohNIotKyBO1DI/s72-c/dove+soap+face+test.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-7519483397146732194</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2013 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.078-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gillette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>The Marriage Conversation</title><atom:summary type="text">


Day or Night, Time freezes its numbers


When conversation exists&amp;nbsp;amidst&amp;nbsp;lovers




On a phone conversation, 

Would-be Husband (Sid): Hello honey!
Lady (Bebo): Hello dear!

Sid: We have our marriage in two days. It feels great !
Bebo: Yes! Waiting for that day

Sid: Have you booked an appointment with the hairdresser I specified. You know I love long hairs honey. That lady over </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-marriage-conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1D-eavCAfvSE_jTnd_IhWTfWOD79jTJIwb7232BrwKIHihJooGqaiFR49eqvfhKn1zVVfZP029FFNkobYotRJ-jdhKV8igJh0E9MCK1g7ZPg1QwK3w9zaP65bIujNX4Nk0NhTlMKSyFg/s72-c/funny+cartoon+images.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-147538491829713677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2013 01:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.030-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cartoon poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gillette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>My Baby and I</title><atom:summary type="text">

With Twinkling eyes

my baby cries

seeing my face

she switched her place

calling out her mama

making&amp;nbsp;melodrama

And so my wife says

this is no child&#39;s play

It&#39;s time to say goodbye

Oh! why

I sigh

My Baby and I


Baby: Dada! Dada! (Daddy is back home)
Daddy : Oh! my baby . Come on, we shall play peek-a-boo.

Daddy was playing with the baby and as the fun increased, they giggled </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/my-baby-and-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqw_0xQjzUjfqKHq_tFiR7d8KQ_RpPVqdTGoZQivYTvqGQ3-3SsYzM1EJvagEhaTzLAH1V6gHeTRz5vLrJ-4ohh-KhCb9VzvW8D2-JZG5uox20dvB_Ehmp2VobsZ5zDa1h-MifpRbMoM/s72-c/cartoon+funny.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-4057183023335203785</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2013 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.059-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>The Secret Recipe </title><atom:summary type="text">



A smile of acknowledging

Handshake of respect

A shoulder for support

Listening with&amp;nbsp;empathy

Replies what is right

The look belonging to a place

Holds the key to success

Marking a man&#39;s&amp;nbsp;


Secret Recipe of Life



Three men were waiting outside the lobby with files in their hand. G-attract Razor Company Limited  was looking to recruit new employers to market their products. </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-secret-recipe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAj9CD26m_ajbxGnrJSq1pkfhNkgH1-dWO2EhhGAMYIXdKN5x-yZCBos064xV3med5eOBsN5K-216v5X47JYebbonqb0MV1aAJHppkYp6YUzcfbzFghcBPIkl4SZiCVlCEh-MHXpwXki4/s72-c/gillette+story+.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-4830655829330196573</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2013 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.065-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gillette</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>The Ladies Corner</title><atom:summary type="text">

Appearances have stories to tell,

A face is where hidden messages dwell

Eyes talks about emotions

A smile confides the notion

Eyebrows define one&#39;s mentality

Stubbles decode your personality

Coded messages here and there&amp;nbsp;

Slip through the masks we wear







Scene 1


Ani: Hey Priti, do you know why Japanese women look stunningly beautiful like dolls?
Priti:&amp;nbsp;I don’t
Ani: See! </atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-ladies-corner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwM1lmL1ZWGbPHU626Rpr1SxFE4XfSPffWQDc_F3Z58i-XeInOnZlL2AwFSln267i-QudN-_MSuHRX4CE2q4wjIKmIF_HvfIAoUtyu5L0SL7Wg9WwO_sD7nelC-cQJJPuE4dOWUtomEU/s72-c/cartoon+women+talking+together.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374770906922548577.post-2206882416988722459</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2013 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-28T12:34:28.041-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogadda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flash fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">smelly stubble</category><title>The Birthday Gift!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Looking deeply beyond each other eyes

Together we walk holding hands

Our future merge, farther the sky

In both ups and down, as one we stand


A simple gift now and then is crucial

To tell you beloved that he is so special&amp;nbsp;

Happy Gifting!



On the phone,


I : Hey, can you give me an idea to gift my man, senior madam?

Friend : Ha ha True! So you are into him now (giggling).&amp;nbsp;

</atom:summary><link>http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-birthday-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Uma Anandane)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WEawUQiGlmH_zM5qQNU2JETlnE0cv7qStUWHvISpZozZeKOfV9QYitoJ9iNLnD4ydFbXRFX-xr_K-upGe8w9mWV46rA6u2ORXiMiVM2Mmym5qvCuxPlQZL7EjZlDnI_HNzD6-ckOlSU/s72-c/gifts+for+men.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item></channel></rss>