The Storm

I am the storm I come bearing colorful flower petals Dancing in the wind.…

by Dev

Winter Through the Window Frame

Winter's breeze: Like a whistle through Tortured trunks and twigs of naked…

by Dev

Campfire

I saw the sun go down last evening. The sky turned from blue To red To…

by Dev

Alternate Possibilities

If a rose were a lily, And a lily were a rose, Bank notes were poetry, And…

by Dev

Dialogue

I looked Death In the eye And said, "You want to rob my breath? I'm not…

by Dev

Inspiration

I sit in front of my notebook, Pen in my hand, Waiting for profundity to…

by Dev

Boats

I see everyone rushing— Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the boat…

by Dev

Reflection

Met myself thirty years hence: Wrinkles and gray hair. Walking stick.…

by Dev

On a Riverside in Calcutta, India

The factory chimney puffs and smokes Its dusty soot Into the air. Cars and…

by Dev

The Peddler's Widow

Tired legs. Strengthless hands. Take me home To my bed. Long to sleep.…

by Dev