Poetry

A reflection Humans are spirits brought to flesh and blood, spirits that were there before coming to the Earth as lights of the universe when hearts stop beating in the human. Life gives trials in countless ways. Life as a single presence is also the breath I take during my time. It…

My Thought-wheel Hey Thoughts, Please stop running wild all the time be still for a second instead of running across meadows and hills like wild mustangs. I can’t rein you in and keep you still. Dear thoughts, rest awhile on one shore and not skip over the seas, I need to be…

Poetry

Drops of water trickling down a branch

Moments to Behold The rain-filled long weekend in Amherst, Massachusetts, was another surprise from the climate gods. Residents living here for decades were baffled. The summer of 2023 had run its wet voyage too. …

I am ¼ away from the mountain peak

She picked up the crumpled small Post-it note papers from the waste paper bin. Some pink, some yellow, and some white Sne by one, gently placed them out on the floor. Her eight-year-old hands spread them while her eyes thoughtfully ran over them with fingers of broken nails with fading…

Weekends Wait, let me check the calendar once again it’s Friday! Saturday and Sunday start singing and dancing to Caribbean tunes and quickly shift to Hindi ones. They send invitations to waltz and tap dance with them to drink good wine and forget some stuff from the weekdays. Two days, forty-eight hours of stretch-like sandy beaches where I soon hope to go. Saturday and Sunday coming home bring their friend Monday along