Archive for August, 2005

For Aita


Betelnut stains on your mouth And wrinkles that marrred that face Rough hands that had the caress of home spun cotton that voice that very unnaturally loud voice For such a frail woman. A back that stooped A walk which slowed with every passing day Small eyes that looked with awe and wonder And that […]

This is dedicated to my Aita who passed away on the 27th of August, 2005. “My Funny Friend And Me” In the quiet time of evening When the stars assume their patterns And the day has made his journey And we wondered just what happened To the life we knew before the world changed When […]



And the madness begins again. The birthday week. What if I just go to work, come back home and lock myself in? No celebrations. No presents. No cake. No superflous screechy birthday wishes. Nothing.