i go back
in time
wrap myself
in warm memories of a life time
see clay lamps
burning bright
during the
festival of light
night glows
sparkles everywhere
little gifts and big hugs
for the one you care
streets full of happy people
looking for presents
another cup of kheer
no one resents
time to light clay lamps
erase all fear
time to celebrate
it is that time of the year
happy diwali…happy deepavali…
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many are busy this weekend
asking people to get out and vote
i am busy checking for survival gifts
i need to find how to donate a goat
while some choose to sleep in
on voting day
somewhere in the world
people are killed for trying to have their say
not entirely sure
how we got to so many factions
in our most intimate moments
so many distractions
in the midst
of senseless noise
i can’t sometimes hear
my own child’s voice
i slowly sip my cardamon chai
close my eyes and bite into my avocado toast
realize that on this sunday and always
meeting you is what i want the most
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…read about the night that still fall like fish…
The wind drops violins, my ducks are misaligned,
and the day that you created is winding up
and winding down.
I’ve spread the margarine of time
across the bread and crossed it out.
I need no answers, Alícia,
to questions no-one asked.
Cakely words by Sara Lee
are baking in the oven
and I don’t know who’s to blame.
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I woke up to the smell of croissants, cream cheese and peaches. My children treated me to a lovely breakfast and tea was served in a blue cup with the words, “Mama Bird”. I am grateful for my dear children and for the chocolate sundae. A grateful heart never forgets…
the autumn leaves fall
like dancing fire from blue skies
waters begin to freeze
mountains don’t ask why
for when you wait for long
deep down you know
some things take a very long time
we prove we love by sometimes letting go
the buttercups have gone to sleep
the silver sun floats amidst gray skies
yes there is a life
with no lies
where we drift
from one continent to another
rediscovering life again
together
as time ticks
and life goes by
may we be as brave as
monarch butterflies
find beauty in laugh lines
and fearless silver strands
gaze at the beautiful heavens
wait for the dancing fire to fall into our hands
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every drop of water that rests
and decides to fall
has a lesson
to teach us all
that beginning
often follow an end
the life full of serendipities
stranger becomes friend
reads between the lines
remains silent
calms angst
shifts the gaze from the violence
the drop of water eventually falls
upon the thirsty earth breaking apart
always believe and never give up
i whisper to my heart
some beginnings
don’t seem to have a start
they simply exist
somewhere deep within the heart
free and fearless
devoid of judgement and scrutiny
until end of eternity
a beautiful mystery
close my eyes over and over again
hoping to see your shadow
grateful for life’s twists and turns
and every unborn tomorrow
the calm seas have angst
the angry mountains burn
the skies shed smoke filled tears
what is the lesson to learn?
water ravages the rice fields
the drought will end
i am learning once again
sometimes a stranger is god sent
our paths are yet to cross
yet in my head so much awesome fuss
don’t know why I feel
the way your place of meditation does
