Meandering thoughts………..



A Call from beyond the grave….

I was startled out of my reprieve when I heard my father answering the phone. With happiness and pain I listened to the conversation he had with my brother. What an oxymoron!!!!!!!!!

My heart swelled with pain and my eyes brimmed over with tears, which ran down my cheeks to find solace somewhere. Be still my heart  and focus my darting eyes that are in search for him who is no more. 

My daughter hugged me while I cried over the recording of my dad’s conversation with my brother. 

An accidental recording, an accidental discovery threw light on my apparent attempts at coping with the loss.


Dew pearl…..

Peeking from its prison

guarded by the tender warriors

the dew pearl witnesses

the abandon

the loneliness

the long haul of the shattered heart



Quite was her life

as the still night

as the still daffodils

even during the stormy night–but

the fancy came by

she was not more than the weeds

swaying in the gentle breeze–

the breeze doesn’t last longer and 

the fancy passes by

never heard of again

miles and miles away

she is a sad pierrot 

waiting for kindness.







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