"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Playful Moon

It is the whole truth and nothing but the truth!
In Middle East the moon feels so close
You could easily make it your friend.

For instance when I took a walk 
In warm and dry desert night 
Upon brick pathway of housing compound 
Moon above played my childhood game.

In a back and forth short walk of about thirty feet
It would change its position three four times
Jumping from one roof to other in zagged fashion.
I swear he played hopscotch all along!

You know the way we played in our childhood!

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