There's a time for moving forward
And leaving pain behind...
Right in between
mesmerizing and...
Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...
A country called India...
When I think of my country India...
Good morning
This is not funny...
*This is a poem ( a Triolet) written about my fear...
Darkness crawls around they call it night...
I often wonder why
that homeless woman...
Spiritually inclined
Altruistic to the nth degree...
Dreams dance across resting mind,
leaving bits of confusion in which...
Don't forget me when I'm gone.
If I can't handle it this time...
My mind takes place in another dimension
with voices at a table holding a convention...
I know it's getting late,
but I have no kisses to swallow...