Some topics are best said in verse. All Lives Matter by Elan Mudrow where “gunshots take only a few seconds” and “breath shortens in fear, or is it in readiness..?” is one such poem. First, I was drawn to the idea of allowing our breath to take over in times of stress. Breathing is the first sign of life and …
Tag Archives: Loss
Route 15 From Las Vegas
“..two roads diverged in the wood, and I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference…”: Robert Frost Roy jammed the 10 gallon hat on his head as he settled down on the hood of his Pontiac thunderbird. This time it looked to be a long wait and the sun was …
Holiday Thievery
Recent reports of robberies in the ritzy Union Square shopping district have left me intrigued. For example, Chanel on tony Maiden Lane reported the loss of a 40 thousand dollar bag! The police say a group of girls called the Rainbow Girls (no relation to another group) are responsible for that and many other such …
Bread, Book and Candle
When Milo and Kirsten decided on a divorce, we all expected it to go smoothly. After all they had high-powered professional lives, were independently wealthy and blessed with good genes in the looks department. No kids. Milo was the son of globe trotting diplomats (tact flowed in his veins in place of blood) and Kirsten …
Miles to Go and All That
Dear Rani Lakshmi Bai, Most people won’t write to you because you are not only dead but you have been dead for more than a 100 years. But I have to. You, Queen of Jhansi, leader of men, I want you to know that poems have been written about you, children sing songs about you, …
The Small Red Sweater
Clara held his hand as they walked through Central Park. She felt so sorry for Sal. Over the years they had drifted apart but she flew into JFK right away when she heard about little Timothy. Wanting to distract him she said “look at the colors on that Maple. Yellow, orange, red – we don’t …
An Arrival at JFK
In the year 1970, when Maya got a full scholarship to graduate school in America it was considered special. They had no choice but to let her go. Her entire family, and then some, came to see her off at New Delhi airport. They carried garlands, sweets, books, cards and gifts. “Study hard and you …
Underneath the Guava Tree
We grew up together. Literally. My first memory of us together is one bundle rolling around on the ground, legs and bodies all entwined. We were the same size and weight and maybe, just maybe, if it had stayed that way he would still be around. While we were the same in size he was …
Neerja Raman 