As he filled the jug from the fresh, seeping spring he thought about the girl in the skirt, her lips wet with whiskey her hands damp with want her gray eyes moist with dreams of faraway places.   They thought he was lonely in the…

The moon swings in the sky like a great bronze bell, and the east rings with its light. Minds, like drops of dew, reflect the sky; when clouds come, the moon remains. Trapped between mirrors, we could see eternity but for our own heads.

Dusk to dawn Life goes on. Life is a daily battle We must face without a rattle. Be strong For life is long. A life of length Needs courage and strength. Life is fun When we act like one. Life at its best Is a…

  Had we but world enough and time That cell phone out would be no crime. You could sit down and talk away, And chat, text, and Angry Birds play. But at your back you should fear Midterms, papers, and finals hurrying near. For yonder…

Eternity A place or feeling To many it could be both, We want to have serutiry We all want to know. Some crave to have enernity To save cherish our lives, Some crave it to take care Of our children or wife’s.   There is…

In this world of lies and empty smiles Of gadgets and of virtual friends Waves wash away the unwanted thoughts And bring them far to far-flung place In this world of many two-faced people And mind you they are those that rule Waves wash away…

To prompt of the fist pic hoeing beach scene- both in English and kannada piecing together what’s left of the jigsaw I sputter under a sudden wave of missing dad jODisuta murida bombeya diDhIrale usiru kaTTide appana nenapu ಜೋಡಿಸುತ ಒಡೆದ ಚಿತ್ರವ ದಿಢೀರಲೆ ಉಸಿರು ಕಟ್ಟಿದೆ ಅಪ್ಪನ…

People will still come here to wave their possums on sticks        

I am a helpless abject soul, Poisoned by my own karma. I kneel down at God’s threshold Fully aware God will surely hold. God, I have nothing to offer you, Except my being an aficionado. Knowing of your popular benedictions I ingrain strong conviction. God,…

And another tanka about expressing yearnings that cannot be spoke of. poetry is not your thing, you say as you leave I let my hand rest a little longer on you