Thursday, December 25, 2025

For my cheriamma —



You were not born her mother,
yet you held her like one.
Two sisters, sharing breath and days,
turning girlhood into shelter.

You stood beside her from the first step,
steady as shade in afternoon light.
In loving her, you loved us all—
a quiet, lifelong vow between sisters.

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

January 1, 2025

The year has begun interestingly

A few mirrors broke this morning. 
They did not shatter
Just announced 
Their breaking, with a chip
Telling me, you can still see
But it's broken

While decluttering the home
A book
Fell off the shelf
Called itself 
"Love for imperfect things"

The finger bled
From trying to pick glass, that is
Till I no longer gave it permission to.
Handiplast:

I discovered
Kitaro
As the mid morning
January 1 breeze
Entered 
Unopened windows 

January 1, 2025