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Between Hither and Thither

A life will be spent getting from there to here discerning the ‘now’ from the ‘then’ -testing bridges that bear the weight of all our mistakes and flounderings And yet- as life oscillates between foolishness and wisdom from our Springs... Continue Reading →

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Wondrous Tears

I revel in the wonder of tears that fall - right as rain unto fresh cut meadows not caring if they were born  of  deep joy or many sorrows I’m awed at the tranquil vibe of the exhausted sigh  carried... Continue Reading →

Trying not to End

The above image is from The New Yorker with the caption : “A few of us are going out after work to pretend it’s not the end of the world, if you want to join us.” Do you remember the days... Continue Reading →

The Line

Tracing the line between love and hate Both- so closely knit -not together -neither apart but enough to tickle the finger of fate A line that can only be discerned by a shredded heart -to which scars have added much... Continue Reading →

Journey’s End

Somewhere in the galaxy on this planet definitely in a country that cradles a city and a few towns is a soul whose light will dim today I don't know who or where or the time My heart prays that... Continue Reading →

The Gulf

the scorching passion of a thousand flaming suns can't propel me to where my first sorry tale was spun where bucking wild horses failed to meet my eye and deeply buried secrets-under wraps just lie where an impassable gulf is... Continue Reading →

Hare Today

Did you hear of the hare that survived in the wild without having sharp teeth? It confounded the skeptics even more with its little feet and baffled them 'cos it’s manner was mild So- maybe we could all learn from... Continue Reading →

Name-Calling

If I close my eyes and incline my ears I will hear names called out across the earth Some drop names to impress others pick up names to remember and many more give names to things that do not exist... Continue Reading →

On a Night Like This……

What would a still river say of its thirsty trees? Would it ask them to come in a little tighter on its banks? Perhaps the dark fog may be a reminder of hope circling the drain Perhaps the approaching night... Continue Reading →

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