A Remembrance

SUNDAY MUSING: The bamboos were dark... The sky was sombre, So also were everybody's faces.

Sunday Musing: The True Citizen

Isn't she brave? Is it not for her, the state tolls its bells? She goes to the battlefield, when everyone stays shut.


Because I never waited for him to get up.

SUNDAY MUSING: Too Soon to Say

'Will the arc of our story like the rainbow bend... Back on the intended road to sorrow’s end...'

A Thunderstorm Today

Pelting my face to a glistening ruby gleam, Rinsing my hair to a gleaming ebony sheen, Soaking my soul like nourishing comfort soups...