Poems & Blog

The peace is so quiet that i am not here the quiet so still i am the intruder in my own space ~

Let the waft of April winds spin hovering above dazed habitual feet When the eye flutters in dazzling color both above and below and...

A fog horn calls from a distance over caving gravel road tarred with oil stained rings. A faraway morning bird sings the song of...

Yesterday... as fleeting as a yawn A memory harboring emotion as if it were today A promise with limits sometimes chains attached So if...

Drip Drop … You are here in the sound this morning A tune in Bilawal Raag or the major key of C soundboarding off the rooftop drumming...