Dedicated to Urmila Dhar Zutshi a spark of life, a charge of conviction Like some supreme deity time presides Over human life in special ways, Giving it form and…
When the soul of the city aches With its dead-weight of commerce, And its mortar and bricks stare at you – You think of an ocean. Juniper Beach is…
Winter careened in definitely and defiantly, As fall’s brownish mosaic wilted without a wail, Carnations and chrysanthemums swayed in silent prayer, While lilies and holly berries stood the ground in…
Your life was no ordinary journey, You enkindled fires in the morass of the world, And lit many a heart. You lived in the best traditions of human life:…
Scrappy winter lingered on till Hopes of spring withered silently, Daffodils became an erstwhile memory, Greenery a mythology. Before winter life scuffed on laboriously, Each day hung on the…
A new immigrant came alone Some fifteen years ago, Scuttling his home and job in India – To find a new life in America. He went through gyrations Which newcomers…
Childhood was a serene walk to the halcyon horizon, A rapture of innocence yet unstained by the world. Later, life swelled with bold unvarnished ambition That tomorrow could be better….
At the precipice of time I shuddered to take a leap, But I took a chance to peep at future. And was stymied by its opaqueness and nebulousness; Past protested…