A poem on the continuing mourning which follows after the loss of a loved one, and the way our memories of them are attached to seasons or things or …
A poem on how grief affects the way we interact with spaces once occupied by loved ones.
A poem on nurturing bonds while coping with our personal losses during the pandemic.
Someday, you’ll be above anger or envy, and you will love, and do so unafraid.
'Wisteria and roses die. Words get lost in translation. But memories don't.'
In the hierarchy of human suffering during the pandemic, a lost goal or missing out on precious time with family may rank low, but all loss needs to be …
'I don’t know where to start.'
A poem on the recent passing away of my grandfather and my grieving process.
The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is only partially correct.
The poem is dedicated to the poet's friend who committed suicide last year.