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October 28, 2022
Walking down the street,
She wondered if she was alone…
But a boy,
Curled up in his room, was with her.
Little did either know;
And as tears poured down his cheeks, he wondered
If he would ever be accepted,
Just as she wondered the same.
July 23, 2022
Cut them into a million slivers – they said,
Shedding those facets would demean the layers beneath,
No longer tied together in loops of infinity.
No errors in their world as it’s pure of memories.
May 07, 2022
While science is busy,
Breaking new ground;
The lie has a field day.
May 07, 2022
It was only in the afternoon that I saw Dad for the last time. Haggard, oxygen at 70, being changed into a hospital gown. My pulse shot to 133 (I had an oximeter on hand) wondering whether this was the last meeting. There had been too many pictures of anonymous people in PPE cremating body bags.
November 07, 2020
Ethics might be an easy prey when powerful machines and network systems take hold of the world feeding on human data and personal spaces The poem expresses a yearning for ethics to hold its ground as a guiding force in the virtual world
April 25, 2020
It fascinated me that several so-called nursery rhymes actually contained in a few simple sentences the essence of major historical events that occurred in medieval Europe. We are in the midst of a very historic event by way of the Covid-19 pandemic, and I was keen to capture it in a few sentenc...
April 25, 2020
As a small spiritual practice, I write one haiku every day. I don’t try to imitate classical Japanese haiku, with 17 syllables, a word that divides the poem, and a word that indicates the season. But I do use this practice to cultivate a Zen spirit: mindfulness of the moment, responsiveness to ...
February 17, 2020
Once they went out to play
but now we’ve stolen their spring
but now we’ve stolen their spring
May 09, 2019
The morning light trickles in ray by ray
From deep slumber I see the wake of day
My mind swirls and whirls and seems to sway
And quietly reveals where I stay!
From deep slumber I see the wake of day
My mind swirls and whirls and seems to sway
And quietly reveals where I stay!
May 09, 2019
With sparkling eyes, he said, "Mama, tell me a story!
A new one this time – with kingdoms, battles and glory...
The mother, just twenty years old, smiled weakly at her five-year-old son
Closed her eyes, and with a hint of melancholy began.
A new one this time – with kingdoms, battles and glory...
The mother, just twenty years old, smiled weakly at her five-year-old son
Closed her eyes, and with a hint of melancholy began.