Like flowers that bloom for a season, We are. Passing through time and space, with souls seeking the transcendent do we leave behind tears or fragrance? We are passing through time and space Partings are our song’s refrain. Do we leave behind tears or fragrance – a single act touches generations. Partings are ourContinue reading “PASSING THROUGH”


Isn’t it romantic to have life in lyrics – everything is larger than it should be Tears continue flowing while the song is sung Forever and ever like looping time Heartbreak never mends in the musical pedestal Sing it! sing it! Again and again Keep the pain as raw as when it began Oh! but,Continue reading “LIFE IN LYRICS”


  I live in the upside down- where going up is going down Cacophony is music and ordered notes a blow to forbearance. The mouth walks the man with swagger impressing the untrained eye. Instinct is blood fueling life follow the happy course but Reason kills the man. Self is king of a windowless roomContinue reading “UPSIDE DOWN”


Show me your love not with a crown of roses or a bowl of carnations which soon become food for worms once their fragrance dies. Neither give me promises of galaxies and garnets and diamonds. I am no queen and have no use for such treasures that I would have to check in at death’sContinue reading “THE PROOF I WANT”


There’s the stillness of the river when no wind blows and the stillness of a river knowing how deep its water goes There’s the stillness of the night when the world is at rest and the stillness of dawn just before daylight breaks There’s the stillness of a hunter just before he attacks and theContinue reading “STILLNESS”


Slowly it came – a grey hair here a wrinkle there until one day my mirror reflected a stranger. Could it be that a little kindness here a restrained temper there could wrought such change that one day my mirror will reflect a stranger? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For DVerse’s Quadrille # 71  Prompt – Change.


I surely have no love lost for winter. The freezing days discourage outdoor fun and leave me some bored and restless children whose yelling make me yell even louder. Often, I find myself checking the weather, hoping the day would bring the warmer sun. I pray the long nights do not get me undone whileContinue reading “WINTER BLUES”


Regret looks backward, wishing nothing more than to undo what has been said and done, to choose with eyes the years have made wiser if placed before the same crossroads again. What difference could a second have made? What destiny could a moment have unfurled? But time flows onwards sweeping in its tides the pathsContinue reading “WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN”