In a salad state of mind!

Na hallo fruende! Another wonderful week and I must say that it has been very healthy. You see, I just had another rendezvous with food and guess what? It had so much more to say!Every time I have a brush with food, I believe it to be the last of our ‘chance meetings,’ and as…

Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight

Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight,Follow thy moon to broad daylight,Let it lead you, feel it’s flight, Hold on to the moon dear, hold on to it tight. Let the cadence of its poesy resound in delight,Let it hold your gaze in the bleakest of nights,With the fall of the sun,…

The grainy monochromatic photograph

A fading red heart on a Dusty cover page of an Album bound with memories of People holding hands, and of Eyes perhaps happier than Those staring at them, because Sepia tones and tattered corners, Black and white and worn out borders, have eyes that smiled at each other, not Those that smiled at cameras,…

The rose thorn

Pretty roses caress thy feet, And those bare of yonder man, Walking to the azure ahead, He could, he will, he can. And roses yet, beneath raw feet, How soft, how sweet, so red, Obliterated, yes just once, For all that lay ahead. Obliterated, yes just once, For roses have bloomed anew, And have laid…

Art, Summer, French, and Quarantine!

Close your eyes. Turn your face to the first of the morning rays and feel the sun perforate your bones. Feel the wind cascade over your skin, almost like silk brushing past. Breathe in the scent of the green, tender grass. You see, it’s spring, and lockdown is not all that bad. Take this as…