Today as I chop small red tomatoes in our light-filled kitchen, I look at the green trees waving in the window and think about death. How we travel closer to each other every year, every moment really. The way people in a long relationship move imperceptibly towards each other across time and space, until their beings are so braided together it is difficult to discern where one leaves off and the other begins. At the end of this humble task I will be fifteen chopped mini-heirloom tomatoes closer to my last breath, because life is in a committed relationship with death I think to myself. And it is as if I am discovering this truth for the very first time. The thought fills me with wonder and surprise. Makes me lift my head and look out the window past the green of the trees. To whisper softly, Hello partner.
September 24, 2013
The Poetry Of 
September 24th, 2013 at 6:09 pm
Very nicely written. You have a wonderful imagination. I have read all your poems and appreciate the way you put your thoughts across. Keep it up .
September 24th, 2013 at 8:20 pm
“The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.”
September 24th, 2013 at 11:05 pm
Beautiful. Loved your style.
Beauty in everyday things
September 25th, 2013 at 1:20 am
God! How I love your work, and wish I could put my thoughts down on paper as you do!
September 26th, 2013 at 12:34 am
MOST OF US EXIST IN BLACK N’ WHITE,YOUR WORDPLAY BRINGS COLOUR TO EVERYDAY THINGS. THANK YOU!!
October 1st, 2013 at 11:13 am
You make me want to give death a tight hug. Echo some comments above-love, love the way you write. You shd write more often…for fans like me.
October 4th, 2013 at 12:38 pm
🙂 Gratitude for your warm words Sukanya.