The Lark

Pure deep love — I sing this melody For you, my dear friend, The most beautiful story of loyalty That I’ve lived and will ever live. It’s a poem of affection. Swept away by the storm, Broken in my voice, With no fixed destination, And no live broadcast. There’s nothing more precious Than what I…

Only you yourself can create change for the better in your life — In times of darkness, when life seems astray, I offer you guidance to find your own way. Though struggles surround you, threatening your peace, Remember, dear one, your strength will increase. Reflect and ponder on the path you tread, Discover the power within your own thread. For only you possess the key…

Poetry — Upon the floor, torn and crumpled; they fall, off my hand, tiny bits of paper, tiny bits of memory, those book-marked memories, those obstinate pages of my story, is adamant to stay on forever. I have written and rewritten them a thousand times, yet something amiss each time and I am never satisfied! Every time a new version, a new…

Don’t just count calories — Grannie Nell swishes and sways her broad, skirt-clad hips down the sliver of a hallway carefully avoiding loose and squeaky floorboards. “Don’t want to stir the entire house,” she utters to an accent wall filled with photos documenting three generations. “Kinfolk everywhere,” she continues to Boodles, her aging Siamese cat. …

A poem — I live in a world of darkness where no light shines in, because sharing my feelings with others is forbidden even though they said they’d always be there for me. Insincere best wishes pass through lying lips, uncaring, insensitive behavior, ignoring my attempts to reach out. But I’m unwanted even in my own family, them wishing I…

A poem — The dead-end seems close The devil has declared what he chose Me, because I oppose His protocols and crows No, I won’t give in to him, Just so a thousand bow at his toes Those thousand and one have become my foes. Fighting endlessly till I hold Myself as the criminal Get interrogated at the tribunal, They all have become…

Azulians Among Us — Chapter 20 — As Hunt had promised, a chartered plane was waiting for them at the airport. The weather had taken a sharp turn to much lower temperatures forcing everyone to wear warmer and bulkier winter gear. Dev was in a rush to make an appearance in Saskatoon and familiarise himself with his…

A law student’s dream job comes with a high price — “There he is, there’s my new killer!” The man in a charcoal Tom Ford suit beamed at me as he walked through the door of the little Italian place on 32nd Street. His smile was too white to be natural, his skin too bronzed for November, and his hair too…

Short fiction — The light of day began spilling through the clouds. It brought a sleepless child to its mother’s bed. The child of six climbed up and sat on her hip, rubbing his eyes. “Mama, wake up. I couldn’t sleep at all and I’m so tired. Can I stay here with you…