A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded  From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,  A constant in this changing land. Sunset paints the azure sky,  And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days I … Continue reading A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

The tears in my mother’s eyes

The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes

We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.

I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that … Continue reading We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.