A letter
Write me a letter today, maybe tomorrow – Telling me how your day was – This day and yesterday and …
Write me a letter today, maybe tomorrow – Telling me how your day was – This day and yesterday and …
Like a ghost note from an old ghazal that floats in unexpectedly upon the twilight breeze, an early-morning dream …
She was visiting me after a long time – “Busy with work and stuff”… I understood. Young people tote a …
A blogging award nomination…. It’s a first for me and I’m thankful to Anita (one of Santa’s ‘assistants’) for nominating …
Into a box of black and blue words a lifetime is bundled and put away for easy reference when a …
The wakeful moon roams the night sky in search of sleep. Strumming the starlight, beating the cloud-drums, playing the lute …
The poet sat at his desk and stared blindly at the wall ahead. Its lost, lost, lost, he thought. Helplessly …
This year autumn set in early – The leaves turned russet and gold and floated into the drive unexpectedly. …
Seamless is the sky to the naked eye But deep within its womb where time zones melt into surreal light …
poetry comes to me in little drops – timid raindrops that wrinkle or split before they hit the …
Now my train is passing a stream and I see a boat – in it the boatman sits – stooped …
I live in a city that wants to fly through Einstein’s space into the next dimension of evolution. Levitating into …
A line. Thrown onto the sheet. Haughty curves. Flung carelessly about. A last circle. Placed on the corner. An afterthought. …