I look back at life
and see stories never seen before
like beautiful patterns in a kaleidoscope
made of colourful pieces
of experience —
scattered leaves and petals
gathered from everyday life

— rawjeev

may she not learn too early
that she can’t catch the butterflies
may she not miss the joy of running in the garden —
the child

— rawjeev

A sumptuous feast —
haunting thoughts of a hare missed
deer still pursued

— rawjeev

Me, a broken pot
and you, the Kintsugi gold —
Us, together whole

— rawjeev

1

School bells, office lights—
running down the long lane—
aching knees, glasses.

— rawjeev

2

Memory, my friend—
racing across the vast field:
distant fading dust.

— rawjeev