Category: Poetry

Childhood Fantasies upon this summer concrete, we’d kneel and doodle… creating our childhood fantasies all over warm walkways 3-09-08

The day is ending in silence the birds have flown away only a few leaves are left on the branches in those neighbouring gardens. I sit silently thinking of you again only my special song is playing “sweet Fur Elise “-my favourite song dedicated to you, my friend… I was thinking of you that evening…

We have never met (A love poem to a gentle lass, who quietly encouraged me to write)

Be strong, This one’s for you. Wherever you go and whatever you do, Remember my smile, Not what I went through. Be strong, This one’s for you. Whenever you think of me, Try not to cry. You meant the world to me, Made my life worthwhile. Be strong, This one’s for you. You know that…

Thoughts about the unexpected changes in her family life bombarded her brain. She wanted to die. Her beloved and only sister was gone, on the first day of a New Year. The disbelief,and the grief, pierced her like a cruel, well aimed lancer. The loss of her only blood relative Traumatized her. She asked why…

I have been waiting for so long waiting and waiting for you to come home life was not easy since you left. Did I tell you? that our children have grown each has a family on their own I am waiting for you to come home – our home I miss you. There are times…

I have been always fascinated by Moon and discovery of this unique sphere kept me for years in suspension what truly is on the Moon? Is there any Life? Are there any possibilities for the future that we can think of relocating I have been meditating on the question reading books about it written by…

The Red Room (Sheer Terror) with a simple shot, all rang sheer terror; and no one knew just what to believe… nor do, but still, the sick red painted all of the rooms’ many corners; and nothing would change this choice or mistake made 1-12-08