Carpe Diem Haiku – Flame
burning flame he feels its gentile touch visiting her grave “I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part” (Khalil […]
burning flame he feels its gentile touch visiting her grave “I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part” (Khalil […]
sound of silence midnight loneliness hurts my ears “A great singer is he who sings our silences” (Khalil Gibran) echoes in my empty heart – her bathroom songs “I have […]
A masterpiece by Kikaku: the beggar! he has Heaven and Earth, for his summer clothes Inspired the following haiku from me. poor man’s eulogy – autumn winds are blowing still […]
for every step you take doors of possibilities are closed as other opens up you’re strong and young with songs that leads you on on convoluted paths silently converging into […]
Khalil Gibran says: “Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness”. zealous priest preaching tolerance – for himself To me tolerance is something that can only be given, never […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis