Limited sky

skies stretch endlesslyI lament limitations-no wings, no airplanesbut I'm blessed with unboundedhuman imagination paint poems on skieswrite it in colors unseen-it whispers softlyWhat have I missed in myself?Why don't I see what you see?


Morning glory

what keeps me awayfrom the ensuing dayblocking vision with a translucent veilmorning haze holds sway holding breath in anticipationI fail to noticeMoon's quiet exitto life's next station I tear through the fogattack life with zestIt's a reward for waking upleaving behind a night's rest Now is the time to ink dreamson consciousness, till they makeme … Continue reading Morning glory


I’m curious to know what the island thinks.  Does it feel complete in itself, or longs for connection? Is it the lack of connectedness that lends to a feeling of being self-sufficient? Ignorance is bliss. What happens when external influence reaches its shore? a desire to move driven by attraction of external appeal I want … Continue reading Island

Shobhaa De – in 100 words

Shobhaa De is a 74 year old pulp fiction author with a long series of books, and Starry Nights is one of her titles. She attracted attention for portraying the sleaziness of higher echelons of society. I've just played around with her book titles for this piece. Snapshots of Sultry days Socialite Evenings Starry nights … Continue reading Shobhaa De – in 100 words

Silver Touch

moon walks through the sky in ethereal white sprinkles silver dust on dreams mystifying the night breathe in the magic of dawn to survive in harsh daylight Catch sublime moments untouched by gloom, all bright frame those in action don't let it out of sight breathe in the magic of dawn to survive in harsh … Continue reading Silver Touch