Dear friend of my heart, I got rid of the clock on the wall long ago. My wrists have been…
an Old Ache and a New Song
Dear friend of my heart, Some days an old ache that I thought I had left behind returns and intensifies.…
Chair of Poetry
Dear friend of my heart, There is a chair I once came to occupy; a chair of silence, of reflection,…
a drowsy afternoon
Dear friend of my heart, The sweltering mid-summer afternoons here in Dehradun are not half as unbearable in the placid…
A Gypsy in Dehradun
When I studied the west, which is all many of us seem to be doing by design, I came across…
A Letter to the Beautiful Stranger
Dear Friend of my heart, For years I have written songs for the singular joy of music and for the…
O Monkey, Monkey, wherefore art thou Monkey?
There was a time, though I cannot seem to either remember or imagine it anymore, when I was actually excited…
Writing Potion
That brown earthy aroma of ground coffee in a wicked alliance with rum is made homelier with a deliberate allowance…
Fragments and Illustrations
Pencils. I love pencils. I miss pencils. Their woody bodies and graphite cores. I wanted to make straight lines. Maybe…
Mulberry for the Fledglings
Dear Friend of my Heart, By the beginning of May the less elevated parts of the Dun Valley experience a…