For a variety of reasons, for no good reason, for one very familiar reason, the ever-present-going-on-three-year-reason, I missed the chance to explore tide pools during record low tides (at mid-day, even!). Sea urchins, nudibranchs, starfish, crabs of all sizes, I salute you in abstentia and…

My dearest love to be ‘Tis with the heaviest of heart This morn I write to thee From so many miles apart   If only you came hither If only you were near We ought to shed the notion That this world is insincere  …

random conversations : cultural, spiritual, artistic   words stacked one on the other   sounds bubble over   all play,together, in my mind making me analyse and think, making me hit replay.   they sink slowly into the warmth of steam dissolve in the void…

  The palpable excitement Burst out In Light drizzles,       Wetting the words As i   Write them…   Waiting for more.     Smeetha, June 25, 2022, 7pm, India                  

Since I was five I’ve been learning to swim I don’t know if I’m trying too hard and losing momentum like what often happens when I want so much for something to happen i might have to sing underwater because like swimming and learning violin…

  There’s never enough of you to go around, I stare at you dripping down the stall, Steam rising off a tired, sore body. Drops plop and trickle down the drain. I imagine distant cooler days ahead, In my sweating, stinking summer daze. A sigh…

Open mind sets welcome creativity inside. Closed minds are on a trap like the Staten Island Expressway on any give day. A new language, new religion, a song in two different languages crosses boundaries not barricaded in prejudices. We are never too old to learn…

Baptism Submerged in a cave splashing Narrow tunnels splashes Warmly swaddling like a coat Drenched from the baptism Folding my arms under spraying Unable to swim undignifying My head under water damping Not sure what to do annoying Opened my eyes soaking The sky blue…

Once a proud horse galloping across waving grasses deepest green turned blue the sun warming and nourishing her senses she belonged among the warm winds and soft rains. Her home was free. Her whole being was boundless. She found herself swept in the flood as…

Raindrops Under the sky Surrounded by the warmth Of the droplets of miracles Sparkling prisms of wet light dancing down my hair. A cleansing comfort worries melting into the ground To be left behind in the arms of nature. Barefoot in the freedom of it…