Poetry — Thank you, God, for the breeze that blows that caresses my face and around me flows For the carpet of flowers that fallen lies And for the soft peaks of floating dreams in the skies Thank you, God, for eyes that see And let me in awe be of each fluttering leaf…

Poetry — I wrote this poem a week ago. It’s based on something that I’ve been feeling lately — the absence of the fear of crossing over. Losing someone you love to death is frightening or seeing someone you love, suffering or suffering from a disease is terrible but death itself is…

Advice for the journey ahead — As you stand at the threshold of the future ready to step out of the cocoon of the present; your back facing the walls of the past Remember to take the time to savour the ride and don’t go too fast. The path ahead is unexplored and new. Don’t forget to…

Poetry — When the mind’s a canvas white And you have nothing to write The only way to start Is to let your mind into the prism of your heart And let it dive into its deepest chambers- filled with myriad hidden treasures and take its pick- That, my dear, is the…

Poetry — A high-end store Sliding glass door Bright spotlights, shiny marble tiles Hanging and folded in neat piles Along the aisles Are jeans in every style- Flair, boot-cut, skinny Straight, boyfriend, cropped and baggy Black, grey, white, peach, sap green shade And blue- once, an identifier of a man’s trade! …

I started a business and I didn’t even know I am super excited to share my new website spacesbysmithav.com designed by my daughter. It was her gift to me on my birthday. I had been long wanting to create a site for my art but I had no idea how…

Ten tips to make sure your special day is special Who doesn’t like a little attention on their birthday? I certainly do. I know my friends love it too. Now, the critics may say, “Birds of a feather flock together”, or scoff and say “What’s in a birthday? It’s just…

He, She or She, He A lipogram as per the dictionary is ‘a composition from which the writer systematically omits a certain letter or certain letters of the alphabet.’ In the poem below, I have written the poem using only the vowel ‘e.’ She sees red. He sees green. She errs. He jeers. She sneers. He speeds. She veers. He meets her eye. She greets. He flees.

The verses are written in Shadorma format (3/5/3/3/7/5) You know when- angels are dancing on their head- When the sky turns a Fuschia and the clouds are a wisp of white When a child swaddled, asleep, softly smiles, raising peachy cheeks to feathery lashes that quiver to Zion’s dreams When a land dried, cracked, is showered by Zeus and its thirst quenched a mother is born, and life sprouts, and hope blossoms When a man