stuffed brown bears with red bows

begin to fill the brightly lit shopping aisles

another festive season comes along

listening to christmas music we wonder how time flies

the wish lists

slowly appear

simple gift ideas

quickly disappear

my wish list is ready

with what i desire most in this this heart of mine

one gift is all I need this festive season

the precious gift of time


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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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Sunday and always



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…

inconstant light

the night falls 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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dancing fire


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



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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beautiful mystery



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