Before Winter Ends

At least someone is coming back to life M. Schumacher it is for now Like we learnt in the University class – There is no one truth for now No grand narrative, no… Continue reading →

Post Holiday

all that was old gets one bit older while the young get sober and bolder all things we imagined were yet to prime confined to memory, meanings no more rhyme desires and ambitions… Continue reading →

Bury In Snow

  your time will come when it will come behold patiently cushion up don’t tumble off the wires spread at ease as if in sleep, patiently freeze let winters set kindly hold pen… Continue reading →

To A River

  time to escape, travel to escape time in a train, strange timeless rage escapes every break side lower berth lonesome traveller, is Kerouac page to page old thick spectacled grandmother pleads for… Continue reading →

Stealing Time

To steal a poem stealthily from time is an art I am slowly getting acquainted to   sitting idle on the bed staring blankly at the tv moving images sounds, zoom in zoom… Continue reading →