Monthly Archives: April 2016

Today is Andrew’s sixth birthday. All week he has been getting gifts from me. Today I took a balloon to his class weighted down with Hershey chocolate bars, which he loves. Here are some pictures from the class room. His … Continue reading →

Every Wednesday the kids are let out of schools early. I go pick my prince Andrew up and bring him here to spend the afternoon with us. Yesterday, Shelley had an appointment with her hair dresser, and I had the … Continue reading →

  When the blinding sunlight darkens, and the sky covered with thick black clouds suggests rain, I take my flute out and stand under the Banyan tree, and call her; my home-made reed lets the notes float through the wind … Continue reading →

Next week, my prince Andrew turns six. I cannot believe how quickly the years have gone by. When he had his first birthday, I had written this. I am not sure that I posted it on Xanga. But anyway, here it … Continue reading →

I love reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s work. When I finish reading something that she has written, I hunger for more. This example is from “The Sonnets of the Portuguese”. They continue to be a literary masterpiece. The face of all … Continue reading →

A Poem about a Headline Found in the News. (NPM) There is Breaking News on the TV, I stop in my tread and turn to face the screen. The headline says, “A shooting in California many people dead. Killers are … Continue reading →

The meaning of the word Ekphrastic, is ‘a vivid description of a work of Art’. I cannot possibly write a poem about this topic. Many of my readers have asked me about the painting of the Tiger that I have … Continue reading →

A Self Help Poem April 9th NPM. Being a sandwich kid was not easy. Nothing came easy. There were times when I was ridiculed because of my height. Indian girls were not very tall and here I was growing up … Continue reading →

NPM April 8th.   When I was growing up in the Deccan Plateau of South India, I thought that I would stay little the whole time. Growing up, getting married was never a thought. My brothers and I played in … Continue reading →

 Day 7 of NPM Slender and lithe body movements in cadence keeping rhythm to personal music in her brain; nicknamed gazelle, dancing with eyes closed— tight muscles, graceful walk for years and decades; and suddenly, she saw, she found, She … Continue reading →