AUGUST MOON

AUGUST MOON standing under an August moon no pockets in my flimsy flowered dress my hands have no home heat rises up my dress nothings underneath a breeze whispers I can’t help but blush plumeria scented breeze streaming down a moonbeam this night perfect for romance yet I’m here all alone This was originally publishedContinue reading “AUGUST MOON”

Quarantine Daydreams

sunbathing in the afternoon the birds are belting out songs did they always sing so loud? even New Delhi’s skies have a clear blue look this is what happens in quarantine… an afternoon fantasy starts to bubble where we go back in time five years is enough then we all know what we should doContinue reading “Quarantine Daydreams”