To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955
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“In your light I learn how to love,
In your beauty how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no-one sees you
but sometimes I do,
And that sight becomes this art.”
As I look back on all that’s happened..growing up, growing together,
changing you, changing me —
There were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together.
As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever..and whatever the future holds,
Our today’s make the memories of tomorrow.
So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love,
Hoping that you’ll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.
This is how I would die into the love I have for you: as pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.
BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY: PASSAGE It’s a snow day here in south central Massachusetts. Cold and blowy. Snow has been falling pretty heavily since late morning and now, it’s dark out. Seven in the evening. Dinner is finished. Dishes put away. We were both outside taking pictures earlier. I think Garry got just the right pictures for […]
Anusha of Prospect Corner is now available! This middle grade novel is a modern, multicultural homage to one of my favorite novels from childhood, L. M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables. I wrote it with my redheaded twins, Maram and Samira. Anusha’s family does not fully mirror our family’s ethnic or religious identities — it’s […]
THE HYPHENATED UNIVERSE
[ THE HYPHENATED UNIVERSE: AN INDO-ROMANIAN MULTI-TEXT ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY…… is in the making]
by Dr. Jernail S Aanand
[Literaria Biographia of this Poem: I always believe that a poem cannot be separated from its creator. And it is created in moments of extreme passion. Language is a fiction. And behind every word that we write, there is a story. Which story gets into the pattern and how much, depends on that MAGICAL MOMENT called the CREATIVE MOMENT. Only a poet’s mind knows, what it will accept, and what will be sifted out. A written text is the firming of up a creative moment. That is all. If that moment had passed, the words, the text, every thing could have changed. On the farther end, the man who is reading is also subjected to the magic of the moment at which he is reading. At any other…
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