Jul 7, 2015 | Writing
The Descendants A pendulum broken, Collapsed – Time laid its head on concrete slab, Raked a hand among the fields, hid in whispering Riverbeds – a cello strums Strauss Over blooming lily hills, caught by wind, Carried to the still, asleep within the forests...
Jul 3, 2015 | Writing
Nani and the Washing Machine A regal woman with shy glints of gold, she kindles fires within her chest. The glimpse of her silvery red hair from beneath her chadar defy her eighty-three years....
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