Published by e-Fiction India. 4-2016.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,