Winter is in the birth pangs of spring, Dreams of a new spring are Sprouting in a delirious crescendo. The world is better off materially than a hundred years ago,…
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Tomorrow hangs like an enigma from the apex of a dream, An inscrutable blemish on a smooth white canvass, Uncharted vista to an unknown destination. If there were no time…
After I retired from my 40 year career in engineering in March, 2007, some of my friends asked me to write an account of a typical day I was passing….
12 Zeck Ct. Suffern New York – 10901 Nov. 17, 2008 Dear Yusuf Sahib, It is very difficult for me to tell you why I am writing…
Poetry is the super-distillation of human experience made to discover and create beauty in life. It is also the expressway to truth. It is the most human and sublime of…
Here lies the unknown poet who nursed his muse so long, The world listened to him with passionate curiosity, Understanding well his literary designs, But missed the connection with his…
I pass a little hut across the river on my morning walks, Always itself and defiant, it is cast across the sky in an iconic silhouette, The river gives it…
The impasse over Kashmir over time has proved to be painful, stubborn, and mythical. Kashmir watchers often wonder why a simple situation grew up to be so intractable. The…
Look at the patina of time accrued in the deep folds of the mountain, Its brow like a supplicant in reverence, Grace forever under pressure. Rocks coalesced over time, Fermented…
You ask me who is my God? I walk now with a stoop and see only faintly, Days and nights seem to pass into a seamless faraway journey, I often…