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I spot her, among the many miracles  Punctuating the walking trail Amid aquamarine waters Topped with diamond froth, Emerald g...

I t is always fun to receive flowers. No matter what they say about the flowers dying quickly or being substituted by a plant or somethi...

I look around, it never fails me His vast canvas, this green globe, To supply the props for ponders. I hear a whisper of air, a mo...

She unsaw him, he unsaw her Walking through the same road, No forks on the way, no blind spots But they unsaw each other uncrossed. Th...

I was a middle schooler. Eighth grade to be precise. I was in a new school, new medium of instruction. It was newness overload. I was ...

Writer's block is a thing. I don't really care what they say about busting it. One can sit there looking through the window, scann...

Get the door behind you Before the slash Bleeds into the void Of abandonment. Pause for just a moment more A burden on your...

It is amazing how the most mundane of things present themselves in new light when we stop to notice all the lessons the cosmos is trying to...

The other side of the window sill filtered through A seemingly thick gauge Of premonition Skewing imagery Suiting the ever pr...

When I first came to the Land of Liberty, I came with all my preconditioning of my  conservative small town, Indian upbringing. My entire v...

Late winter becomes tricky in this place. The much needed rains either overwhelm the weather forecast or totally elude us, giving subtle ji...