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Happy Indian Independence Day!

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Today I Pray in the words of Rabindranath Tagore–

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Happy Independence Day

The Girl at the Window

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Safdarjung Tomb, Delhi, India

The Girl at the Window


I see her everyday

At the window of her house

Her face lurking in the shadows

Finding cover in the veil of secrecy

Obscurity in a shroud of seclusion

But her beauty is not hidden from me


She’s a princess

From a faraway exotic land

I know not her name

Yet she has become a part of my life

My daily scenery

And I miss her now that she is gone




I look in the mirror

I see an empty skull hidden

under layers of flesh and blood

I am nothing

Just a bunch of chemical formulas

If I pass tomorrow

I’ll be mourned but for a short time

Then forgotten

Like a wound that heals leaving no scar behind

Life begins and it ends

No two opinions about it


Then why

Do I worry and fret

Do I pretend and hide

Do I smile, nod and fake empathy

Do I chase after depression


I am but a grain of sand on the beach

A drop in the ocean

A speck of dust in a largely unknown universe

A fraction of a second on the clock of life

I am nothing

A Little Bit of Sunshine

RMNPA perfect day in Rocky Mountain National Park, CO



After a long work night

Battling my instincts

To fall asleep at the wheel

Or run through the red light


No I can’t hit the bed yet

It’s friday still


School drop

And chores, endless chores

Milk’s run out

And yes apples,

Can’t do without those damn apples.


I prowl around

In a half daze

Dumping stuff

In my recyclable cloth bag

Green is my middle name


 Then disaster strikes

At the checkout counter

With all my effects on the floor

On display for the world

To see and ridicule


And just when I was  ready

To pitch and scram

Before the tears sprout

Like from a ruptured dam

I felt a gentle tap on my arm


It was the grocery clerk


Always in attendance

With a warm smile on her face

I sighed with relief

Everything will be fine

Because of little Ms. Sunshine