ode to quill – sonnet

i pity you, my quill, my faithful squire. i pity you, for tailoring the garbs of all my thoughts, caressing, crisp, your barbs, and for the winter setting you afire. i pity your exquisite imperfection too eager to pursue the tender shade of dreams that come to light and dreams that fade, and pin it … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on seas and bicycles and whiskey

“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” These words belong to Rabindranath Tagore, and they came to my mind while I was actually looking at an over-water bridge that is currently being consolidated in the area where I live. I looked at the bridge this early morning, seeing it … Continue reading

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