Freedom at 69

Let me celebrate the unfurling of tri-colour
With all vigour
Let me stand erect and proud
As Your wings spread against the wind
For a fraction of a second
My eyes gazed at the soil
A reminder each stone my eyes laid upon represent
Injustice and poverty
The sacrifices Your Children made
Propelled me
To look up
To strive
To lessen the stones of injustice and poverty
Scattered all over Your soil 

Anchor

Anchor

In the midst of papers and chaos in life,

The three of us hanging in there

His Red Ribbon...

Serving as fragile thread edging us ..

to hold on and hang in there 

His Voice in Silence

Home

Memories are not housed in four walls.

They live and breathe in our minds.

As the years move on,

Even our minds falter

To remember....

Something , an event ... are bound...

To be left behind..

Together...

The real and imaginary parts of our homeland,

Meets.... as we reclaim Our Home.

Milk, Pink , then Blood

A veil
A red vermilion
A silver  anklet
Together..

They dance

A veil
A red vermilion
A silver anklet
Together..

They laugh

A veil
A red vermilion
A silver anklet
Together..



The cycle goes on.....
It seems to last a life time,
Holding on
Moving on

One day

A veil
A red vermilion
A silver anklet

Danced no more

And the milk...
Turned pink...
She breathe her last
In a pool of blood!

A Kiss

Is there anything to miss?
Maybe a Kiss?
What kind of Kiss?
A Judas Kiss
Slowly Creeps In
Engulfing, shredding
A trusting SOUL
In bits and pieces.

Echoes

A voice
A feeling..
A reality..
A perspective..
I let go

Seeking resonance
Seeking acceptance
Seeking space
In this world
And in your being.