Thursday, July 23, 2015

Relief

He fell on the cold floor,
dead.
His ancestral rocking chair
smiled,
free to rest its 80-year old bones
at last...

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

MicroBiographies

Here are everyday tales we come across at home, or on the go. They carry a whale of a meaning. We see them, but don't watch them.
Read. Contemplate.  And savour them. For some are bitter; others salty, sweet, tangy.


SMELL

The smell of his body
was her lullaby.
She went into deep sleep
eyes open
watching his smile.