[tabby title="Poem"] Look carefully.Through and beyond that which stares back at you. For she - she is not me...Ponder me this I wonder...There, far off in the distance - where the ocean kisses the sky with such reckless abandon a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Miserable, pathetic,A heart so tragic.What would its destiny be?Who is it destined to be? Will it survive?Will it endure?Or will it give in,Accepting defeat? Will the flowers ever bloom,Basking in a warm tune?Or will this heart explode,Or simply...

[tabby title="Poem"] November passed by.Paddy fields opened uptheir souls for dates with the sun. The city is busy, with glowingstreet lights, showrooms, luxurycars, fashionable men and women. Songs of barren field don’t reachalleys and houses here. Laughter anddance have erected...

[tabby title="Poem"] Spring pulsed in with marigold petalsslipping off a rain-glazed rockagainst my nakedness which beyond mud wrappings and marrow   ripened into gentle plops, like prayers—each one a seed buriedin your sanctuary — Godabove a country of moaning men that has...

[tabby title="Poem"] It isn’t the last of her,She may be singing from the depth of her soul,She may be singing songs from the river of her soul,Songs that summon the transcendent spirits. It isn’t the end of her journey,Though she...