أرشيف التصنيف: غير مصنف

Scamdemic Pandemic Endless epidemic Made me weakNo exercise No sleepMade me sick Sitting at home Weary to the boneAm always on the phoneFeeling all aloneIf vaccine is the cureI took itI feel sick all the moreI wonder what is in store Will death come before?Or will they kill usWith another lockdown Bulldozing the economy intoمتابعة قراءة “Scamdemic”

When the flower moon turns its pale face to the evening dusk, the sun has barely set. Black-birds still holler and the scent of bird cherries fills the May twilight. It drizzled earlier today and the cowslips still bend, laden with rain. The forget-me-nots have started to bloom, and my garden mind its own business.متابعة قراءة “Flower moon and fawns”

जीवन की हमारी नैया मेंकुछ लोग आते हैंकुछ दूर साथ चल करचले भी जाते हैंकुछ स्मृतियां छोड़ करकुछ नए रिश्ते जोड़ कर.. हम नहीं रहते हमेशाहमारी यादें रह जाती हैंऔर किस क्षणहम स्वयं यादें बन जाते हैंपता भी नहीं चलता.. हम सभी सवार होते हैंउसी बड़ी नैया मेंजिसका खेवैयाअपनी नौका से कब उतार देबिना बताएबिनाمتابعة قراءة “नैया / The Boat”

If paper beats rockI win every time Never mind steely armsyour mineral disposition Nor that I tear easily – inkblotting carefully plotted lines I wrap myself around yourender you powerless…. ….ah, love. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.) …Ah, Love