Dusk fills the darkening azure sky as the sun descends behind the horizon. The girl ceases her skipping through the field. Grass comes up to her waist as she leaps. Sitting upon a log, the boy watches as she raises her enclosed fist. He tilts…

Some people wonder what eternity looks like. I have seen it: A squat, Mission style building, adobe red and boxy, huddling beneath black, fleecy Florida clouds. Into paneless windows and across silent halls, palm trees sigh breaths no lungs will ever know. Torches seethe outside,…

Worried winds push me away How to catch up with the day Exhilarating risk wells in heart I will fight bravely for my art

­ETERNITY NOW beyond the lantern! melt away mighty stone! reveal the eternity of the universe! seperate me from this monotone instance! give me LIGHT exempt from darkness! give me DARKNESS exempt from light! erase this feeble mind and its vehicle bound to this permamently diminished…

Deep, dark, poignant…and also Yearning Churning Burning Unspeakable Unchangeable Unreachable Consuming Exhuming Assuming Enthralling Sprawling Crawling Constricting Conflicting Restricting Don’t speak the words Don’t speak the words Don’t speak the words Stay silent! Don’t let the words fall! For thereafter there is no recall!

Tambourines at dusk-fall peal luminous sound-pearls, bright noises shaken from an earth-black drum: fireflies, forest-stars, blips of celestial sonar. Rattled beads of light clatter their gold-glow-echoes in the thickened gloaming. Spangles, jangles of glory. Sparklets of felicity, which darkness cannot comprehend.

Earth… Life giving Hope growing I would bury myself in you… Wind… Gently blowing Wildly howling Carry me away with you Water… Thirst slaking Soul hydrating I am awash with you Fire… Doubt purging Love refining I am ablaze for you Earth Wind Water Fire…

They are so new, and they all look alike. This is mine, mmm, yes, one, two, three, four! Fourth house from the end, across the street From the big drainage ditch – my new playground. I can smell the woods beyond with places to run…

Peace Hate is the tone of daily comments in social media, injustice and prejudice is the norm in several countries, lack of tolerance are raising like foam. Is this the place we want for our children?   Peace is the last goal Hate has not…

PS: I opted for image 1. Assuming I am watching people in this image I have written this poem…. Hypnotized At times, I just watch people Like now – I see a pregnant woman I think, what she must be thinking Maybe – ‘ whether…