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⠁Halloween is SAFE please share and repost this Everywhere !🎃👻🍬🧡
Pass the pumpkin, the chocolate, the fun,
The lies of danger  should be over and done.
One family  did it to their  own and  just once
sure  they faltered, history shows,
But tonight the laughter in every street grows.

One girl, once
a story twisted till now, her family the foe, no one else involved anyhow
Caught in a lie that everyone seemed to know.
Not strangers , not once not ever.
Just one poor  family that wasn't that clever.
No one hiding  in shadows, not monsters in the dark,
But blood-bound kin,
their hands left this mark.

Hospitals have known, urgent care has seen,
The truth of Halloween is far from mean.
Safe, joyous, mischievous, costumes that gleam,
The streets belong to witches, to pirates, to dreams
Fun and silliness careless  youth and recorded  screams.

An urban legend  got demonized an blown out of proportion
safety and the love for our kids  twisted through  the  telephone game lens  and added distortion .

Its just not true !
I happily did all the research for  you.
No records of admittance
no insurance claims
no weirdos  doing bad stuff anyone can actually name
or  blame.

There never were ANY bad  treats

just A bad horror story repeated on every neighborhood street.

All hospitals keep an accurate ledger, even backwoods halls,
Even Appalachian urgent care, has no  documented calls.
So dress up,  go out ,  hit up the streets and the malls
Put the fear back in the costumes where it belongs
let em bob  for  apples and sing silly songs.

Before the jack-o’-lanterns glowed in autumn night,
Before ghosts and goblins gave the town such  a fright,
Records stood silent, precise and unbending,
No claims, no apple admittance
no illness or bad will not then,  not now,  not ever
no children’s lives were ending.
Just more 80's satanic panic
the buzz **** un ending
its a hollow lie and not worth defending.

So stop the fear-mongering, the horror tales  grown stale,
Let kids run laughing,
let candy prevail.
There never have been any  poisoned chocolates
no apples that killed,
Just friends in the night, chasing thrills
and the  thrilled.
Buckets full of love and fun to be
filled and then spilled.
Hoarded or traded
at school  so  proudly coveted or paraded.
Trick or treat indeed
its the good time we all enjoy and need.

This is the  truth easily verifiable
so let em have fun
and it IS  
FUN
undeniable.
  Happy Halloween   go out and  enjoy  it .
Spread the truth, not fear and unfounded lies
give love and receive love
and enjoy a surprise .
HAPPY HALLOWEEN  !!

.

When I was young, I had drive
All the reasons to feel alive
Young love, wife, and the family
They were all the best of me
Poured out my heart, worked down to the bone
Worked for everything we ever owned
Now I enjoy the simple things
A call from my daughter, hanging out with my son
It lets me know life is not done
Memories of youth, aging with my mind
A better life would be hard to find

10/07/25

I miss the smell of clean clothes.

All I smell these days
is burnt rubber,
how tragic and frayed
life is,

how it’s worn down
my senses,
like mold
doused in perfume.

In dreams I shake my mother
until her brain resets
into someone who never
swallows screams
of my father,
into someone
who stops
coating every room in Lysol.

Heaven forbid she admit to
smelling
my father's breath,
but lord knows she’ll pretend
his special water
won’t erupt the sink
from years
snaking the drain.

I’m the age of a mother,
but I need
to be mothered
like a child.

Reflections, no mirrors needed
Soul searching, maps not included
Looking back, yesterday speaks
To all the life that’s been excluded

Fortune and fame, never for me
Great wealth and riches, only in dreams
Memories are full, my good times golden
Holding more treasures than it seems

Life-long love, and a few true friends
Watching children play and grow
Families together with their love
That’s the value I know

10/09/25

Even if you’re a time traveler in their presence,
Somehow no longer an adult-
Just a kid looking for a grey beard in a crowd,
Sharing late-night candy your mom said you couldn’t have.

Now I watch my daughter find the same bond,
Sharing the same M&M’s and laughing like she's discovered a secret- one I already know

Grandparents don’t live forever,
And each hug feels a little more dire,
Each visit has longer in between.
Somehow still having a grandparent after eighteen
Makes them feel somewhat immortal.

But he’s not immortal.
He’s just a man,
Raised in a generation where men showed no weakness.
He wears strength like an old letterman jacket-
And I never saw him as frail,
Just comfort.

Every evil, and every good,
Light to dark, dark to light.
Destined to be misunderstood,
Eldest child held no right.
Seen not heard, blamed with no guard,
The rules corrupt, the child decays…

Called to lead, yet morals are marred,
Helpless to keep their demons at bay.
Into the storm, down with the sharks,
Living pinned to a bullseye mark.
Dark to light, light to dark… Seen not heard, blamed with no guard.

The road is everywhere now
houses adrift, clouds sliding past Preet’s roof, past every gate.
Blue water swallows the old fence lines.

Boys who ran through mustard fields
float face-up, eyes wide to a sky gone silent.

The wheat called for rain. Rain came,
and came. And will not leave.

Barefoot on the crumbling bund, I watch
yellow blooms bow beneath the current
mustard that grew waist-high last month
now learns to breathe sideways.

A duck dips through a bus shelter.
My father’s tractor, red once, rusts in a stranger’s field.

The floodwater knows no Punjabi, no Hindi—
just the physics of fill and drain.

At the relief tent: women,
silent, wringing silt from dupattas.

A child asks when. A mother shakes her head.
This water plays no favorites.
It takes the wedding album, it takes the diesel can.

Roads will spend years remembering their routes.
My sister says: ik teer naal do shikar—
but this arrow hit everything, killed nothing clean.

The proverb floats by, useless as soap,
and we stand in water to our thighs,
watching the old words
drift.