Poetry

Sparta, thank youfor being my faithful friendI am not your masterYou are my teacherFor you taught me to smilewhen inexplicable sorrows came byYou are my St. Michael when a stranger jumped in our backyardnot to pick flowersbut in our house visited.I promise not to...

How’s life, old buddy Between seventy and eighty, eighty and ninety Perpetually in a hurry Heading for the cemetery Amid emotional poverty Are we racing against time Or the lack of it As tiny seconds tick away Tick and click Click and tick I miss every beat Talk of rush hours Caught and missed Then missed again Everything’s...

Were the ripples at the river Seine My memories, your face will be broken  Into a thousand pieces, each fragment of you Cut into countless shimmers Dancing in incandescent light on water. The night we sailed down the Seine, We crossed a river of memories. The bridges, the obelisk, palaces,...

                                         The painting started out as one crude sketch, lines and proportions silly. All over the scenery, smudge of trees and houses. There was form and there was no form. Even the wind thwarted. Galaxies like fireflies searing into the canvas, the firmament incandescent. And big words won’t convince the...

Trekking the road to house of aged, those grown feeble, fatuous to outside world. I come as servant to bring that which is longed for to nourish souls that thirst. Room gets filled with hum of tasks. one by one, they come in wheels, cane. Lucky those who ambulate,...

Confucius Say The dreams I can’t recall on waking Must be shaking their heads if they were Folk, from not a false universal Sense of waste that extends to even The airy nothing that they are – such As, if the ruthless truth be quoted From Quixote, we all of...