Sands of Time

Grains of time in a jar Each one etched with a memory, Precious moments of mine. When it is therefore time to go How can I leave them behind? Away I wish to carry my moments On the eternal journey of mine!   Stop there will you please mere mortal? No one has ever Been … Continue reading Sands of Time

Rain-On an Autumn’s Day

Rain, Lightly drips, Riding on wind’s wings. Playfully attempts to touch All. It Hangs like a veil, obscuring Gentle, cottony, Rain or mist? Doubt. Oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1  in five lines only as a poem, developed by Glenda L. Hand. Mirror oddquains … Continue reading Rain-On an Autumn’s Day

Our Earthly Life

A single cell, Latching on to another. Then begins the process of building A complex net. Multiple cells Latching on to each other, Interconnected, Chaos within a boundary, Orderly chaos-perhaps? Within this chaos, Life throbs, thrives, Picks up ideas, images, Leading to some more chaos In thought process, In relationships, Generation of stereotypes, Fixated notions. … Continue reading Our Earthly Life


Always on the road his son was. The road; Which lay outside the village Like a thick black serpent. A serpent that everyday devoured some young man from the village And spat him out In the cauldron of the nearby town. Today, the old man is happy. His son is back home, Here to stay … Continue reading Homecoming