My beautiful sharp edges Melt With warm love, But I taste sweeter on sticky fingers In summer Like chocolate. In spring my daughters will visit me They will hold balls every dawn Filling the air With butterfly beckoning Fragrances They will leave sweet gifts of farewell. That is the story of how you and I became friends.   Even though I look majestic now Covered … Continue reading LETTER FROM A TREE


The capable comedian rightfully thinks: ‘The thing about humour is that, It is like a surprising cat, Which has the terrible habit, of rubbing up against you, In the most inopportune moments. In situations where she consequently finds herself, Grinning stupidly, While people mill around her, With serious, purpose ridden faces, I’m sure, wondering, Who let her out of the loony bin? At this point, … Continue reading THE CAPABLE COMEDIAN