Today wisps in the winter sky press in reminding me to keep the pale sun at my back delicately follow the outline of the mountains listen to the scalloped silence of the birds.
If I am mindful (they tell me) I can still gather the sapphire that always seeps through.
Boxes He has taken three weeks off to travel in Europe. She couldn’t afford the trip. He didn’t ask her to come, either. He sends her…
History Cannon-foddered Histories are fodders for cows, they give-in to lot of chewing. I had a thing for the spice-route and my wife said it’s pretty kinky,…
Sign Language Under the oriental sun the sightless man is driving again. He knows the way knows these roads by heart. He drives with care never reckless.…
Breathing Memories An hour that goes by forms memories, even when life is busy collecting tomorrow’s worms, splendidly popping up like bubbles in still water. Some are…
When the quotidian wrote our notes of isolation We were brought up by folks who respected the encrusted time, wound their watches every morning, opened windows to days. They swept the morning breeze…
