I came into this world with a bang.  On a stormy Thursday afternoon,      the trains stopped working,         the roads were flooded,           I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my…

1. After a dark night, There’s a surmise. Although the moon is bright And the stars infinite, With the darkness I fight. 2. After a hug tight, There’s a surprise. Although the kiss is just right And the smiles infinite, The love gives me a…

Taking it easy now No rushing for me Though I get it done And work better under pressure But what does that really say about me And why does it connect with the conversation that I had with my children Why is there so much…

Author’s Note: I don’t have a location special to me, that I haven’t visited in many years so I can’t really do the prompt. However, I can write about a place that is special to me, that I have visited recently. So here it goes….

HOUR FIVE In my yesteryears memories, I see my ancestral home- an adjunct to my life a home painted with not just colors- but celebrations of life I peeked into the rasoi, a roshandaan- a quaint window with molds and webs greeted nostalgia and paper…

the swing somewhere near my childhood a swing hangs from the branch of an old tree which leans over the edge of a cliff often filled with mist an ancient house hides nearby only a few family members know of this tree’s odd power to…

This is not about the kitchen table The kitchen table never touches the floor, hangs from the wall like a shelf. The kitchen table where we ate so many dinners, its three sides and the three of us. The kitchen table where we read the…

Outside my ancestral home, I revisit those memories of childhood, Clink of my anklets in the yard, Pumping out water from the well, Our endless giggles as we play, Chasing the colourful kites across the fence, What I see now is an illusion Everything wrapped…

I drove by a house where I lived once A dog named Mike is still buried there Many years have passed with the vision Of a hawk with expansive wings and a hunter’s glare Sitting in the backyard It looks like a dollhouse to me…