In Love I Fly

In Love I Fly

Fortune smiles upon me The wings of my being lift and fly and I am embraced Deep touching of heart – bodies melting into each other. Boundaries disappear, hearts beating as one. I did not see it coming like a bird on the wing Flying into my world Lifting my...
The Refugee Mother

The Refugee Mother

I wake to another day of anguish. Not knowing where my child is. The last touch of her fingers on mine as her grip slipped away from me off the side of the boat. Too crowded to manage to leap after her – the last I saw of her little red jacket being borne away...
What do dogs have to do with writing?

What do dogs have to do with writing?

Reading James Altucher today he talked about writing – that when he has a problem he explores it – by writing about it – . He says: “Don’t even give me a description – not how you feel about it – just what happened, no flowers or...

Time Out and Down

We are clean and clear again after being the object of an attack on all of the sites that I work with just before Christmas – as a result our sites were down for some time and also blacklisted by Google. We are now cleaned, protected and back up and running. It...
Shikshangram Days

Shikshangram Days

Tonight writing is happening perched here in Pune on the window ledge upstairs at the ‘hotel’ (restaurant) next to the pile of garlic peelings. These days I need to take any opportunity to write – the discipline of creating a specific schedule so...