Alteration He pulled her inside The bus took off noisily She screamed – they ignored. Heaven into hell. Black Clouds moved over the sun. Her end was near. Light. Dark. In between. Joy. Laughter. Success. Destroyed. Where is the justice? Why must women hurt? Do…

As she dances to the music of the setting sun, her shadow plays with fireflies

The string we shared was a thin one, little steel cable, shimmering in the glow of bliss, and even as our days grow dark, I can feel the string pulling me out, pulling me in, though you’re 2000 miles away, I can’t help myself, I’m…

From dusk to dawn, The womanly chores goes on.   Cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking, baby sitting and the list goes on.   Delegating official tasks, managing reports, signing important documents, holding meetings, planning futuristic goals and the corporate responsibilities goes on.   The evening falls,…

Hour 2 MORE… I WANT MORE More, I want more. The years have gone too fast for photographs to capture, on a page. Lest those dearest would see our fall, Some, we don’t share at all. Grieving, I want more… the precious moments and joyful…

You said goodbye and walked Into the fading afternoon sun   I stood looking at you hoping That you will turn back   But you continued on until You disappeared from my sight   I moved away with not A tear in my eye  …

Cup your hands around your mouth, Whisper it into the nearest ear like the children’s game Telephone.   We all want to know the secret.   A symphony of longing Staccato, legato, forte, pianissimo, sharp and flat movement, theme and variation.   In the end,…

Somewhere deep down in the essence of my being a secret fire dwells within Flames ablaze with memories of greatness                                             the stories of…

Home was an uncomplicated space— a quiet verticality with room to stretch, not a place for harshly phrased missives nailed to the door, parting the lovely grain. This new country is no promised land. The natives are ill-mannered— all teeth and lips, they cluster in…

I would have thought it was pretty apparent by now And our illuminated arch-backed Railways Don’t tell us why And our gasping enclosures New builds Don’t tell us why And our careful vigilantes Men Don’t tell us why And our promised blowing clarity Winds Don’t…