Dying, she said,"Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow." Ashes remain urn'edgathering dust within dust,but sun bursts crack the porcelainand sets within hearts' twilight

And you chew on my hand,skin and bone,like a mangy dogstill believingin one last caress. You chew on my hand,thirsty for touch,for a point of focus,for the image that loopslike a tired mirror:you chewing on my hand. My hand that strokes...

He approached me as young man With his love to me  Usha, why don't you talk to me Me never paid attention thinking he is just casually flirting  One day he was serious approached me saying he doesn't have girl friend  I thought why...

Blue jean babyYou are so littleAnd so preciousAlso you are the light of the worldBlue jean BabyI want to play with you in the park todayBecause you can play there safelyBlue Jean babyThanks god it is spring againBlue jean...