There will be an end of days-

Must I struggle when the sun sets?

But rather drink the fading rays

and find my peace in coral clouds

where godly light reflects on waves

creating crescent gold vignettes.

And in the darkly impending night

my starless wishes will belong

in words my feeble hands will write

on one last page as the sun sets,

for there will be an end of days-


May 2019

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

As Wishes Go


As Wishes Go


I dream of flying high,

to soar above

my soul defying gravity.

I dream of fairy tales

of perfect love,

a torrid long affair

to sway my heart.

I dream of white full sails

to take me away

from this reality

that breaks apart.

And when I die,

I dream of dying old

and not from loneliness

or from despair-


May 2, 2019

“We live as we dream–alone….”

― Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness