Winter

chill in spines – silencewatching which way the wind blowswinter of dissent

Soul Management

I cannot be an eagle, though I wish to fly high I am blessed with a penetrating vision that cuts through veils and layers of deception. Yet, what I see is an adversary, not a prey. Shedding feathers is painful, as the stories about eagles plucking feathers in isolation say. They rebirth and live for … More Soul Management

Connections

I remember a poem called ‘A reason or a season” widely in circulation on social media a couple of years back. The poet opined that people come into our lives with a specific purpose, and we should let them go when they choose to go.The purpose has been fulfilled. What disconnects is a vital clue … More Connections

Behind

why look up there forinspiration – when those pawsand art have your back?

Bubble

I walk inhaling the morning fragrance through a mask, after a long time.  A child sprints past me, blowing bubbles from a glass. She is not wearing a mask. Somehow, I wish she had stopped to smile at me, or exchange some childish banter. I look back, but she has not noticed my presence. Maybe … More Bubble