He said that he loved meI chose to hear... notFor the clichéd words don't fool me not anymore He said that he loved meI chose to hear... notCause I am afraid of loving backtill my heart gets soreHe said that he loved meI chose to hear notThough his words laced with winewere delicious as S'moreHe... Continue Reading →
The Return Of Spring – A Haibun
The onset of spring is a big celebration in India. Being from the hills, I have seen this celebration marked over my childhood years and at the age of forty, spring is the time for me to come out of hibernation. Over the years I have believed that I am the evolved version of a... Continue Reading →