Love

She Ran

She ran Far away Into a wooded grove to pound upon stone She has run. The monks have not gathered in the grove yet to chant gregorian lullabies. "what is done is not done."
Cherry

Afternoon love song

Leave your politics, leave your pen, Leave your income tax return, Leave your ink and fax and turn - We're off to the hollows and hills. Hollows and hills, hollows and hills.
Cherry

Jumper

...living up there all the time, I can understand his unnatural urge to want to fly ...

The Rainbow

I followed a rainbow the other day, And it’s ending left me with nothing to say I was merely doing what I was told, I was searching for a pot of gold

Mac....

Mac is the cutest guy in my class. His intense green eyes take me back to the lush Kerala backwaters. Those silky effortlessly flowing hair remind me of the Goan winds.

lavender fog

a random thought that tosses your hair as you tie yourself into your morning suit
Poem of the week

Back of my hand

Back of my hand (9th June, 2010) I wrote your name on the back of my hand with eyeliner, so I wouldn’t forget; you know how I am; memory lane twists and turns, if only I hadn’t learnt the
Cherry

Since You Arrived...

'Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings...' or so it was written.
Story of the week

Morningside

the steps of Morningside have seen a lot