Missing Person – by Patrick Modiano

“I am nothing. Nothing but a pale shape, silhouetted that evening against the cafe terrace, waiting for the rain to … More

In Memory of My Second Uncle HNB

Death is closer to meafter every funeral I’ve attended. He died and was cremated todayleaving behind a legacy,a series of … More

Are you still the same?
Despite an ocean and over a decade away
Despite the dreams lost or materialized

Of a few dreams which soared to the sky
and others that died un-materialized
you’re better than the best dream
I’ve ever had

Fragments of lives scattering in the air

You set foot on an unknown path assuming
It would be lined with roses and poetry

The call of love and life was somewhere
between the blue sky
And the laughter of the boys climbing
the yellow stone mountain peaks

We met somewhere between the lines
When silence became words

Tết
Forever it lingers in my heart.