Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed~ Mary Oliver
It was a morning of August. I was standing near the signal after my regular walk, waiting for the traffic light to change its color. She was there, wearing her smile under a blue mask, spreading warmth through her eyes, ” Ninth month?” I nodded, “Yes.” “Must be hard in a pandemic.” I nodded again. Continue reading “On a new life and an old year”
A glance, an inch, a mile, a light year,
A bridge, a wall,
beyond horizon, a touch,
Continue reading “How have you been?”
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”
This life is no metaphor-
fallen like an autumn leaf,
bright from the point of view of a passer by. Continue reading “Inside November”
“Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.” ― Rumi
Perhaps the silence is what
annoys you the most,
silence that comes from
within and reflects on
your wounded present. Continue reading “Insight out”
It was evening, and not winter anymore.
A duck swam alone to her direction,
making ripples on her
and the world waited
like a patient student
just to watch her. Continue reading “Mindful”
When you lie on the bed
and imagine yourself away,
out of boundaries,
on a highway,
and a sunset
over the red hill. Continue reading “Life is what happens to you”
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” ― David Foster Wallace
My diary opens. Lots of white pages. Lots of wordy tales.
People come out, stretch their legs, and
talk to me on starry nights. A plot wanders.
An old gossip wakes up from deep sleep.
A narrow lane meets the crossroad.
Years float. Blue ink greets red ink.
Life plays hide and seek with cloud and rains.
Rain. Countless rainy days.
Too many months of summer too, and landscapes of
of other lives left exposed.
Some boxed dreams under scrutiny.
A loud chapter about love and yearnings.
The wars within and without. Continue reading “About the Story”