Waltzing till midnight: A poem 

Clocks wind like a spell  And aging minds can’t tell  how time steals from you  youth’s tender dew  Autumn falls bold as a stone  for butterflies to etiolate, time-worn  Health weeps like a widowed crone  She goes fleshless to the bone  You realise the last crest  was the wave’s unrepeatable best  It then takes slow ebbs Continue reading “Waltzing till midnight: A poem “

Mum is a memory in the kitchen: A poem 

A wind of pleasantness wafts in my kitchen  As spices are my vices and my weapons  Donning an apron is like the shade of trees  Its leisureful refuge putting me at ease  There is no curfew on desire in my choices  I listen to my heart’s liberating voices  With the knives and ladles like aContinue reading “Mum is a memory in the kitchen: A poem “