I remember when there were curfews And bombs were exploding everywhere. Life was hard then, and still We played badminton in our gardens, Watched the news on TV together And talked about everything, seated On the ground or on sofas. Now we don’t have terrorists anymore, Or bombs exploding in crowded buses. We are all,…
Tag: Family
Mozart and my Mother in Vienna
The oldest memory I have Goes back to when I was three years old. I remember waiting for my mother To land at the airport, coming back From Vienna. Now 40 years afterwards, I look at fondly, how the human mind, Records even the paltry ways, That the heart misses someone, To the extent of…
Kith and Kin
A flower, a loved one, Who wilts right in front of your eyes, And blossoms flaws on skin Only to one day become, One with the residue of what doesn’t become gas, But stays horizontal beneath earth. Where new floral arrangements Are placed every year, on the same date, Next to an epitaph, that…
The Curry Tree (Karapincha Tree)
I was mixing a Karapincha cube With boiling water – it was common practice To drink a hot beverage When caught with the flu And that Karapincha cube, didn’t cure my cholesterol Or give flavor to my insipid world It just warmed my buccal cavity and esophagus And made me wish of better times, when…
