To India’s Independence

Born out of mud Under a pale sky
clasping clouds
and a hidden 
moon

Heavenly — a poem

How tragic love can be

Losing my identities

I’ve been reflecting on why Kashmir has affected me so deeply — I’ve never been there, don’t have any Kashmiri friends.

what do these windows say of me

what do these windows say of me
when I stare at them and see the lights flickering afar 
what do these…

Wisconsin

Winter ice probes God.
A weighty thing crossing lake.
A crack, in faith, drowns.