Forcing it – a universal error in sports and Eastern philosophy. To speak when silence is sufficient, or enough has been said – the work of politicians and entertainers. *shudder* (but also a performative wink) I have identified the problem! A lack of the sublime….

The tale of Crane Hill An old Military post located in the bay An old war room, updated with radar and sonar The echoing halls of a retired war zone Here the natives laid Slain by disease and Conquistador Here the soldiers died Blood spilled…

Good-bad, joy-sorrow ; the eternal twin opposites Two sides of the same coin, conjoined by fate Are the four wheels of your life-chakra Interspersing together, emulating each other, outdoing the other But can never wishone other away I have been well- prepared to receive anything…

“Opening Closing” “Opening Closing”  “Opening Closing” Playing hide and seek with the cookie that rests in an airtight jar. Don’t you feel suffocated?  Let me give you a home in my tummy, but then would you also betray me like my mother? I cannot fit…

Once upon a time there was a young woman named Cinderella Who cleaned and danced at a ball and married her prince who became a king and she a queen and all that. Okay, maybe I’m just an old woman named Cindy I already knew…

Tenth picture on my phone Is a beautiful painting By an artist who paints with her fingers, Not brushes- Lata Balakrishna; And here she has carved out a fort In beige and ochre Under purple-blue skies, Wearing Of all things – A rich green wall,…

Bits and bites the tib bits of news no one has heard of the yellow pages Go on your phone and tablet and all is new. Finding a city who has heard of a road map Google maps are what it is now yesterday is…

Poem 14: Imagine someone has sent you a text message at one am saying “do you ever think of me?” how do you respond < From I am Incomplete without you prompt journal   “Do you ever think of me?” comes across my far too…

When I was a little girl My grandma used to tell me Stories of times past And people that lived long before me Stories of kings and queens Warriors and sages Stories with lessons And sometimes, a little reason Parables from Ramayana & Mahabharata Stories…

You see, the chair, its broken now. Got it for free, when the old lady down the hill passed away. A nice chair it was, pure mahogany. Someone broke it. No one knows, no one saw, how it happened. My bet is on him, that…