Member Satya Joshi

My Mother Is A Hero: Courage in the Time of Corona

Smile every day she does
As she rises
In the time of Corona,
Her presence at the store
More essential than ever.

People are swarming
“Panic buying” they call it
She comes home every day
Recounting the next crazy occurrence
That has happened: no toilet paper
All the hand sanitizers are…[Read more]

The Journey

Today as I hold my pen at the tip of my hand,
I pause, to look at the white, blank vastness before me.
Do I write to inspire?
Or am I inspired to write?
Would I know the difference?
Is it God, whispering to me the words that shall flow from this pen?
Or is it a Self, I have yet to discover?

January 2nd, 2019

Ode to the Garbanzo Bean

Garbanzo, channa, chickpeas
You are know by many names
Hummus, salad, and daal
are just some of the many ways I enjoy you.
Thanks for being in my life,
you are such a delight
Oh dear channa, I love you.

February 7th, 2019

And So They Stand

Silently we suffer
unable to voice
what we need,
what we want,
the most.

March 3rd, 2019

Stardust

In reaching for the familiar,
we find ourselves in the unfamiliar,
wondering why we had to get lost,
To find ourselves again.

March 4th, 2019

Chicken Coop Chronicles

And in my arms I held you
As the world stood still to watch
and for a while, we were one
being and being,
until you fluttered away.

April 9th, 2019

The Amphibian Dare Devils

Quietly the frogs
hop along
Across the road
In the middle of the night
Under the sweet, quiet Spring rains.
Some make it-
Some do not,
As can be seen by the squishy remains
Damn cars
With no concern for the life beneath them.
And thus it is by chance of luck
That some make it
Some do not.

April 14th, 2019

Searching Through Space and Time

Oh, there are so many hours in the day
And how fast they go by
In the morning- another place, another time
Yet in the eve a new pillow does your head meet.
Such goes the day of the weary traveler
Wandering wandering wandering
Always
Searching searching searching
For some meaning behind it all
With hopes that with…[Read more]

Falling Petals

Delicately, like petals falling
Did she shed
What no longer serves her.

June 3rd, 2019

Late Night Flickers

We look at the moon,
But it is really just a burning lamp, with two light bulbs:
One burns bright, the other flickers in and out of existence.
Which will you be?

October 23rd, 2019

Returning Home

Why does home feel dearer,
Everytime I return?
When once I was so eager to get out and explore,
I am now content to come and discover a world I knew,
Once more.

October 28th, 2019