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You’re still here with me


My weary feet walked life’s journey
Along winding roads
Hills and dales
Along shores washed by the sea
Along valleys touched by the sun
Knew I was not alone
Your footprints swept by the wind
Are invisible in the dust
You traversed these roads and footpaths
And you left your scent behind
And your lingering fragrances
Fill the stillness
I know that our paths will cross once again

(For everyone who lost someone dear)

The Undefined Me


I can be light, I can be dark

I can be a diamond, I can be a coal

I can be a sunflower, I can be a snowflake

I can be silk, I can be sand

I can be a fortress, I can be a ruin

What am I?

A masterpiece in the making


Words are like leaves


Words are like leaves,
In time, would be blown away by
Gusts of the four winds.
All said,
All heard,
All written…
At times some are kept in one’s mind,
Even etched in one’s heart.
Regardless, not all stand the test of time,
So soon it would all be lost and forgotten,
Like all of us mortals,
Those who have known greatness
And the rest-not-so,
Little it does matter at the end,
Alas nothing really last!



I’m feeling like the corpse of a cat on the side of the highway
Whose owners never found him but they hope he’s okay
Guilt radiates from the driver inside
Of the car that crushed his neck and his spine
And from the child who mistakenly let him outside

(old one from 2015)


Beauty is Skin Deep


Beauty is only skin deep
The inside is what matters
The outside is superficial
Carnal beauty to feast your eyes upon
The body the flesh the passions
That is all it is
To find the truth
Go deep to the core
Where the soul dwells
And true beauty be revealed
Like crystal clear water


Here But Gone Away


When he looked in the mirror
He had not a clue
That the old wrinkled up man
Was really him
I sit next to him and watch his expression closely.
Somewhere inside his life is living again
And sometimes he sheds a tear or two
When a slight memory comes to his mind
I can tell when he remembers his mother
his eyes soften, glistening from the hove he still feels after all these years
“Don’t leave me, I know you
My heart knows you I don’t
My heart loves you I’m sure
I just don’t know your name” I can read those words sometimes in his eyes
But lately his eyes are full of void
It’s like watching the sunset.
Last soothing light before darkness takes over and it gets cold

(September is world Alzheimer’s awareness month, Alzheimer’s  disease is the most common form of dementia. I have an uncle who suffers from it, and some of my friends and acquaintances have a relative who suffer from it)


The sky and you


when the sky is on fire

when blue clouds serenade the mountains

when rain clouds send raindrops falling

when the rainbow arches over the sky

in a myriad of colors

I see you in all the hues of the sky


Photo from: https://www.deviantart.com/killforhire07/art/sunrise-16904040