in white paper scenery,
the mind is ink
so flood pages with your sparkling words
touch glittering minds and hearts
endlessly traverse and explore and ruminate

let words contain truth
or imagined fantasy
bitterness or suffering
opulence or soul decay

and let rawness seep out
from the silver-jeweled elixir  
of experience and imagination,

because words are a ripe and fertile ground for deep and personal expression:
and will always, and forever, be.

wind whines
haze rain
flings dishtowels
dupatta from
balconies.
150 kilometers
from the sea
I feel the chill,
nature bestows
a mini-monsoon,
relief
from summer’s sweltering
tirades.
but what destruction
could this storm, too, bring?