living on…

That is the beauty of life

You still live on mom and dad

In my blood… and

In the blood of my children

Long after you are gone

grains of sand

ensconced in my sarong

reminiscent of the beach summer

a few grains of sand

Fifties

Ah! How I love my fifties

My looks are good enough for me

And

I don’t need male glances

To tell me

I am beautiful

Bokeh

Festival time

I can see your face

In the bokeh

Of the festival lights

connection

walking along

the crowded roads

a sea of people

in their own worlds

a microcosm

they carry

with them,

detached…

…yet connected…

by life

time

it just slips away

the time

we have

on our hands

so

lets promise

ourselves today

to

make each moment

worthwhile

death

let death

motivate all of us

before we die

before

all vanishes away

let’s

surmount all

that may come

and

let anything

deter us

failure

for woman to woman jealousy-

…………………………………………….

she smiled

it was not for me I knew

but for my failures

just breathe…

just

breathe!

It

Sustains

life

Dew drops

 

 

tiny dew drops

clinging onto the petals

like i hold on to you