Poetry

Dear Me,

I don’t remember when you first opened your eyes and what you spotted first with those pearls. But I remember the sensation of being something, someone. I don’t remember the first time you took a step. But I can recollect all the moments when you fell hard yet stood up to face the challenge. I don’t remember the…

on love letters

For Poetry

For being able to rely on poets to find me words when I am sorely lacking them. For learning anew each time with a powerful poem that when we put experiences into words and test them for approximation, we let go of the need for descriptive sense made on the surface in order to embrace a deeper experiential…

Brother dear,

Smartly dressed in Levis, he grabs the Scooter’s key and leaves. Standing by the door, I realize time seems to be moving faster than imagined. I vividly remember the times when we would argue over whose turn it was to use the computer, or who gets to sleep near Amma.

Blessed.

Feeling cold, I snuggle under the covers.

My most favorite person in the world sleeping next to me, profusely sweating.

“Old age” , she reasons.

She wipes off her sweat, leans over and switches off the fan.

The boy looked at the deep blue eyes and opened his mouth to utter….