From out of nowhere they pop up, The highways and the byways; I-70 and 79 heading north to Erie, And Sligo Avenue to Silver Spring. My car’s with friends back home, And I’m wheel-less in India. When will this virus
The 105th Armenian Genocide Remembrance Day
I am not an Armenian (being neither a citizen of that country, nor of Armenian origin), even though the land of my birth, India, was, once upon a time, home to a large diaspora of Armenians, with their history going
Gasping for Love
Gasping for Love The miles haven’t lengthened; But with this darned virus, It’s no more the distance That’s galling. Sequestered in separate rooms, Bonded only by the Net, Continents apart, We pine. Strange though it might seem, The next rendezvous,
Flowers in a Pandemic
Early this Sunday morning (India time) a friend from the US (unintentionally, I’m sure – she must have been sleepy) texted me, “Will you ever be able to come back?” It was a sobering thought that hastened my exit
The Endemic Panic
The Endemic Panic Gone, the mad rush After a hasty peck. All the time in the world – But where’s now the kiss? Gone, the bondage To drudgery and haste. Yet, like oxen unyoked, Immobile we stand. No more the
Welsh Corgis, Grundig, and England
While out of the country in the month of August, I had just finished posting my ‘Picture of the Day’ (not a whole album!) on Facebook, when, with time to kill before dinner, I chanced to look at Facebook’s Marketplace,
MVA Goes Literary
The MVA (Motor Vehicle Administration) is one of the most depressing offices to visit, second only to the SSA (Social Security Administration). What is galling is not the lack of technology but the dearth of common sense and concern for
Agia Napa, Cyprus
Agia Napa, Cyprus For EP In dawn’s waxing light, I saunter, A lone beachcomber, searching For smooth shingles and pebbles, At the water’s very edge, The odd wave lapping my feet. The brushed, virgin sand, Yet untrodden by throngs; The
The Smiles of Strangers
In recent months, on several occasions, complete strangers (of both sexes and of varying ages) have, out of the blue, smiled kindly at me, for no apparent reason. And some even initiated conversations, that turned out to be pleasant, if
How Long Must a Person Live to Make a Difference in this World?
This morning, while walking to the center of town in Shillong, (Khasi Hills, Meghalaya State, India), I chanced upon a statue I had not noticed before. (Not that there are many statues in this town, unlike Russia, Armenia, or other