Poems

Sometimes I wonder if any fine thing in life is enduring? I have seen men of resplendent promise die In the ravishing bloom of their youth; I have seen great…

Life is often kicked in the belly by the ways of the world, Which can be indifferent, insensitive, and inhuman, Stupendous invented-complexity reigns over human life, Making it a tortured…

Touching the ground on which I put the first shaky footsteps, Seeing the majestic contours of the undulating skyline, Which my eyes had never tired to range, Back in Kashmir,…

Cast against the blue skyA flower is a figure with an aura of presence;Its scintillating color wrapped in gentle contours,Sculptured with a spectrum of petals and a stem,Forming an enigmatic…

( Dedicated to my friend Roy Friedman, who left us before his time. A playwright, a family man, and a friend, who had yet to offer his best.) My grandmother…

Evening has assumed a serene yet exciting mood,Everything is pregnant with tranquil hopefulnessAfter day’s shattering struggle with survival;To make money men would stress themselves to death. I have worn the…

I am driving on George Washington Bridge on my way to home After a grueling workday. The traffic is torturous and my nerves are aching For the relief of my…

Destiny is not what we make it to be ordained by some super powers, It descends from the center of universe and shoots down digitally to its object, Its mystery…