Rain

I think of Charlie Chaplin, as I walk through rain. He said he likes walking in the rain, as no one can see his tears. I know I’ll be busy and back to a normal routine after getting back home. Yet, these moments of solitude and raindrops bring so much to the surface – emotions … More Rain

Autumn

If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of … More Autumn

Shedding

You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives … More Shedding