She came from nowhere – a sorrowed flame from my hoary past, We accidentally met at a poetry festival after 10 years’ oblivion, The ecstasy and the agony of meeting…
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We march on and on toward our motherland, They may break our bones, they may hate us, But our resolve to reclaim our land is written in the stars. We…
She came to the mall late And my frustration showed up, Which was exacerbated by her too short a mini skirt, But her eyes remained timidly serene And a mischievous…
I sit in pensive unease, in tortured hope, Near the phone, wishing she would break her silence – The miasma of her silence has grayed my existence, Love is a…
Dedicated to Lynn Harper-Cheechoo: A person endowed with a spirit and carrying a spiritual mission Maharaj Kaul Yesterday I dreamt I was streaming toward the center of Milky Way, The…
If I were to begin my life again I would spend more time playing in my childhood, I would spend more time dreaming, I would think less about myself and…
I feel I must wear my favorite clothes and hold in my hand a single white lily On the last day of my life in the world, As I embark…
The lake has awoken lingeringly from the delicate folds of the night Into the mysterious halo of the predawn, Soon to dissolve into the burgeoning, limpid languor of the morning….
I have calmed myself and put on clean clothes to visit Cathy – A monthly pilgrimage I take with equal measure of passion and pain, joy and hesitation, Cathy lives…
Even before it was born, our story seemed stained with grayness. When I first met you you were at a stream collecting twigs, To make a montage to adorn our…