Death brought forward the news of birth. Sharp cracking voice of the owl, Crying of young vultures, A young widow’s boundless sorrow, All create a mist By spreading a black veil Of darkness-the horror.   Death moves around In a formless form Like a hungry wolf in the inevitable shadow! Suddenly, From the depth of …

Memories are painful… Chocolate cookies remind me of Sonali, Her big eyes, mischievous smile chiseled in buck teeth. Even though she is living a life of deceit and lies, I still think of her Just like painful memories.   The memories are embedded in my mind’s eye, and in my soul. Tried to shake them …