Home for summer…

All the places and people and situations we run into, walk out of or just happen to find ourselves in throughout our lives… Each asking a little something different out of us. And we, living up to its expectations.. And then one day, and once in a long while really, you happen to stumble across…

Freedom Climbers…

Oh i had to share this saying. It appears in the closing chapter of Bernadette McDonald’s book, “Freedom Climbers”. It is a vivid and dramatic insight into the Golden years of Polish mountaineering, the period when Polish climbers took to climbing as their genuine shot at freedom, a way out of the oppression following the…

Until Tomorrow…

A gleam of light over shadow cast, Like a mirror of hope held against the past And with wilful neglect is a wanting born To hold once more the moments gone Taking a moment out for disregard, For lessons forgotten and remaining scars Like breaking a charming spell cast – What the heart holds onto…

“You can go all your life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back” This is the first time I’ve attempted a poem in French.. Nostalgie. To all the beautiful relations that touch our lives, and loves we refuse to let go of… Followed by an English translation of the same, hoping…

Rediscovering…

When I’d be looking back on some of the most pleasurable memories of my life, years from now, I should think quite a few of them would belong to this year. What a year it has been! Like a big bowl of emotions and adventures and experiences, combined and intensified.. And devoured!.. Lived to my…

Found… And Lost.

A dream found, a story starts And every moment plays its part Now looking back on the naïve past To know the present wasn’t to last. A truth found, a trust lost The innocence that faded to pay the cost A home found, a mother lost Where the child once wandered was but a palace…

Alleys Unnamed

Dim lit spaces, off brimming streets Rosewood, beer and stories unsaid, A fleeting glance back, and a page ahead Were heard the whispers, of alleys unnamed. Silhouettes at the window, under boards unmarked Dreams and doubts, quietened for shame The mirage of a world, under the city’s veil That was born, and breathed in alleys…