When I will get my heart back
I will show you the black dots of loss
That don’t fade. Continue reading “How you carry heavy things”
Category: MY POEMS
Fictions. Feelings. Word-crafts. Nature.
A strange place
My mom taught me forgiveness: smile more, smile heals hurting hearts. Push yourself more to forget. Then some more. Don’t think the unthinkables. Include everyone, even the ones who exclude your part. Give them what they want. Say yes often. Continue reading “A strange place”
Inside November
This life is no metaphor-
fallen like an autumn leaf,
bright from the point of view of a passer by. Continue reading “Inside November”
Forgive my disappearance
Good people are blessings, but they are so aloof.
It’s what I sense in everyday life,
at elevator door, in the hallway,
and crowded train, at traffic signal,
on lonely gratutude lists, face to face conversations,
or in the presence of preachers and wordy liars. Continue reading “Forgive my disappearance”
A Facebook Story ( Part II.)
“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.” ― C.G. Jung
More fables
So much for personal branding-
we forget we were humans once,
made of flesh and blood,
thin skin that could sense feelings,
ugly heart that envied,
good heart that melted
like butter in warm summer. Continue reading “A Facebook Story ( Part II.)”
Right here..
“The faster we run, the more determined is the Universe to slow us down. The more embedded our methods of self-distraction, the more agitating the truth-aches calling us back to authenticity. The more eagerly we race to the sky, the more intense the lessons that bring us back to earth. The Universe has no interest in our flight from reality. It wants us right here. Nowhere else… but here.”
– Jeff Brown, Ascending With Both Feet on the Ground
These days
These days I brush my teeth twice,
once out of habit,
twice just to be sure. Continue reading “These days”
Did she
keep the door open
for too long?
In her head
distance is a thousand
light years, Continue reading “Did she”
A Facebook Story ( Part I.)
“Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.”
― C.G. Jung
Silence is this afternoon
My baby spreading arms
trying to hug bougainvillea leaves.
Pink is her sunshine.
Spring is her garden. Continue reading “Silence is this afternoon”
