Arrhythmia

  Agony – there was enough Sorrow – no boundary unchartered yet the periphery smiled the lines creased the heart pumped regimented beats a few found their way into the soul the rhythm remained   till you gave up on me my beats…my silence   then it shifted my agony tore itself in wails my

The Schism

Let us get provocative Just for the sake of it Reminiscence can write a good story Moreover, it is cathartic A little healthy skirmish, therefore With a few questions Maybe we have a winner But.. Maybe it is just about you and me together And the habit we have become! A little healthy skirmish, therefore

Is humility more nimble than pride? The Titanic Lessons!

When life seems titanic like And the dilemma is staring at you in the most glamorous colors of sarcasm When crossroads is not a special defining moment but here and now Then , infusing control is no longer a choice refuse being vestigial redefine your trajectory replug the hole in your hull reaffirm the knot

The 15th Victim of San Bernardino

December 2nd it was When San Bernardino was riddled with bullets When a Christmas party was aborted Unassuming lives came to a gruesome halt 14 victims who will always be remembered Prayers and candle vigils Memorials conducted by loved ones A man and woman were shot dead too They were Killers I made my Santa wish

A Thanksgiving poem – for my man and that man in the concert hall

My thanksgiving message is two-fold For the one farthest from my heart And for the one closest to my heart Part I – For the one farthest from my heart – the one for whom the first response is hate I want to offer my thanks to him for by tearing apart our worlds the

Relocating for that dream assignment?

Resetting elements of an existence without the familiarity of the foundation stones creating, finding,discovering new corner stones instead resetting dependencies reevaluating weakness strengths reconfigured laughing often the eyes glistening moist knowing there is help and asking is just fine staying connected repatching favorites discovering new immersion is what the venture is all about touching the core and the

In Loving Memory

Reclining statesman like high backed chair frayed woven seat the books lined shelf visitors stopped by as he sat at the entrance fastidious about the angle the chair faced the street almost durbar like turban starched stiff though crumpled never to miss his routine as he had done everyday before 1947 before he knew he

heartfelt

What if? we had two hearts like we have two everything else would we then? be more  wanting more receiving would we? hurt less long less …or at least less on each side repair better love equally balance the brain or outweigh it if needed accumulate more therefore, give more and abundantly stay young at heart

Makeover Inspired

The original makeover artist is at work. the panorama seeming to have succumbed trees, leaves, bushes, the sky, the air it’s an event out there! a major makeover event impeccable supervision and a master’s expertise nothing out of form, no color too faint the merging, the morphing of hues you in awe scattered leaves, yet perfect

Deepening Colors

the october sun tries hard wanting to keep his promise the leaves crackle golden before they fall at daybreak as i step onto the rich rust carpet the crunching ember below my feet rekindles hope Seasons silently pass by but moments can last forever..