embezzled on soul a number burns mother’s, charring it- A diamond history spoken. * (Hajar churashir ma)1084’s mother  is a Bengali novel by Mahasweta Devi.    

The Forest Ranger glanced skyward as a bird caught his eye. It flew up past the clouds in a periwinkle sky. It landed atop a skyscraper of a tree. And then it spread out and started beating its wings.

Explore, The man loves to explore, The young man The time is tough The journey is rough The man never gives up He finds new hope He sees new perspective The world support him He loves it, he loves every part of his journey He…

Back to the drawing board failed again there’s always something that does me in.   Do over they say but sugar, it may be a grave one day no more trying today.   But go back I must begin anew, trust that trying again won’t…

Gentle ambiance Light jazz and couples dancing Wedding memories

I’m sleepy as hell And tomorrow is Sunday Church is by 12:30pm And I plan to be early But I must stay awake And write new poems Hour after hour Until 4pm tomorrow So I’ll spread my eyes open And if I fall asleep I…

The storefront was crowding The market watchlist was in full boom Despite it being a cafe, it was filled with traders Trying to make a quick buck for a small move I gaze upon them from behind the counter To catch a glimpse of the…

St Patrick’s Day Gumboot War I am not in the habit Of using words I don’t know This list includes single syllable And multi syllabic words I have a decent vocabulary And understand words in context Passive knowledge I do my best with metaphors And…

I did not see, I did not see the cloud you carried upon your head covered by the vines or the Periwinkle twinkling against your dark curls as you followed the beat of the drummer that asked to be fed.   I failed you, I…

I platter paint on the canvas, every color, every line, every shape I could think of I must create something, an image, if words elude me When it’s quiet inside and my thoughts are unsure, My canvas makes sure my art lives