Saturday, August 14, 2010


But my verses lie- like leaves from my soul blown away-
On your road. On the highway.

Photo-Kevin McKay

Friday, August 13, 2010

Bare skies

I tried to remove it, pick it up and bring home. To decorate a lonely corner. To paint it, put some flowers on it and "restore" it. But,it refused to leave the ground. And then its unyielding silence spoke to me...
This piece of dead tree trunk has opened its soul to the bare skies and to people's feet passing by...

I took the picture, blessed it and left it there.


Photo: Nazia


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...