Mending Broken Bridges

Mending Broken Bridges

  “ The withered roses are an eyesore, cobwebs adorn the dusty vase,” his eyes darted eloquently with a hundred ‘whys’. “ Look at our photo frame shattered atop the fireplace frigid,” she pointed her finger with silent sighs.   His sunken eyes encircled with...
Our Sunset Years

Our Sunset Years

I will kill my time, counting your grays, While you look at my bald head reflecting your wrinkled face, Together let’s sing duet songs that hopelessly rhyme, Counting your grays, I will kill my time. The things I forget, you shall remember, Unlike our youthful...
The Turbulent Night

The Turbulent Night

  𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩( 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 experimented 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘵a𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘎𝘶𝘭𝘻𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢)   She held her still born child blue black, The quiet hamlet moaned a soft dirge, 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀....
Radha’s Song To Krishna

Radha’s Song To Krishna

Dear Krishna, Your eyes cast an enchanting spell, In those galaxies I revel, Oft lost in them, I, Radha, hopelessly wallow, It’s your path I always follow, your heart would tell. In your absence long seem my days, Weaving your image my heart stays, I pine for...
Boxed

Boxed

It’s time to shift, yet again–to a new house, new city. I sort and pack clothes, books, and wrap the chinaware painstakingly, again and again, just the way I do everytime we shift. My mind knows the drill–like the sequenced dots and dashes of a morse code. And...