This is when the going gets random, Surprise attack!  My word tank just ran empty, there’s nowhere the words come from. Should we retell the story of the ark? Or sit at a quiet tea party? I’d rather sugest silence to be a norm, but…

To swim in your eyes is the desire, perhaps the pathway to your heart is way too crowded.

      Rubble, rubble, times of trouble Ruined cities span as far as the eye can see But few eyes remain,  peering  from steel caves Shabby bodies huddle, clad in leather and rags Only hunger sends them to hunt with bows To seek meat…

Prompt 1 The Mumbai Rains are splashing around Drenching droplets, a pounding sound Rattling sheets and smoking cars Shrieking trees and dewy stars Rippling songs in a humid note Slipping on streets, a sticky coat And sometimes a smile Sometimes a hand To soften this…

  Hour 4 – Haiku in 100 years time 🌞 🫣 🌌 🌧 🏙 🌆 🌅   (Translation) The sun hides at night rain clouds cover the city City sun rises

Why I Became a Poet   The paper mache puppet I made for 5th grade art class received a C-minus.   I shredded multiple sheets of newspaper, then made paste from flour and tap water.   I loved dogs, and mine looked friendly, though misshapen….

Amid the chaos and cruelty of war, amid the bombings, the fires, amid the desperate attempts to flee, amid the broken glass, smashed pots, abandoned belongings, the woman uncovers her beloved piano, wipes the dark dust from the keys, and then, for the last time,…

I can’t write about Nineteen hundred twenty-two Nineteen eighty-two? Ahh, probably should keep those stories private!

A hundred years ago Humans were there a few non-humans, well.. not so much. A hundred years ago, Some humans wept but kept going the way all humans go Like all humans are going even now A hundred years later, and quite a few non-humans…

Glanced upon the death certificate of a great-great-grandmother. A time capsule on a tiny screen she could have never imagined. Cause of death: Bacterial Pneumonia (after a bout of Spanish Flu). Wish that classic saying about history wasn’t true. These cycles grow in intensity, spinning…