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I feel old as a mountain  being mined, and lined  with grey trucks stealing its luck  And they are making paydirt  of my earth  I feel sharp blades  in my soul’s everglades  where they hunt alligators   packing them up in freighters  My compassion is war-torn  like pastures that are shorn  of corn, for an urbanContinue reading “Just for the game: A poem “

She glows in sepia shadows  On sunbeams, she flows  Her flowerbed is divinity in rows  Her sweetness is a door to inebriating meadows  I can see her fly where spirit never dies  The verdant travelogue of butterflies  She journeyfellows from floor to skies  Heaven answers to her whats, whens and whys  The roses in herContinue reading “Roses in her heart: A poem “

I think of all those times  when the pages of an unspoken history  were written just for us  since creation; we were the syllables  of God’s first word  How we took all the opposites  by their horns; it was meant to be;  A paradise torn apart  For love finds replenishment in its division  God’s firstContinue reading “To Mum, Dad, Jashmina, and all my siblings: A poem “

My love for you   is no neighbour’s orchard,  no forbidden fruit  cordoned off by walls,  We could be barricaded by destiny  But it doesn’t stop our eternity  The drawbridge may seem folded  and there may be no boat across the moat  I could have wished for wings  to take me to your tower  ButContinue reading “I always have you in my eyes: A poem “

(A dedication to Mum and Dad…on Dad’s birthday, Mother’s Day)   Sometimes, the patterns of the sky  become you, talk to you  like a history coming back  from where you thought it was lost  A soft pleasurable hand  patting your head, your cheeks, your back  as if you were an infant  And the warmth ofContinue reading “Mum and Dad, I owe it to you: A poem “

I still have my limbs and arms  The wooden photo-frames and metal charms  A few gemstones and many tomes  And intuition flying in my mind like drones  No matter if I’m impoverished, I still hold good  Being fair is an ideal and act, never trespassing I would  I have never been impressed by easy wealthContinue reading “I take pride in my profound beauty: A poem “