Author Archives: mahani

I don’t want to live or die without you, be the tombstone on my grave.Be the sunshine on my day.Be the map that guides my way.I love you.You, in your awkward pretty way with your crooked thinking, simple but so bravebe my reflection, be the tombstone on my grave.I love you.Your arms that wrap aroundContinue reading “Tombstone”

I remember when we were so young but I was always so much younger and looking up at you, looking up to you. You’ve always been right here, never far from me and life was always easy even when it wasn’t easy and sometimes it wasn’t easy but you helped me to get through. ItContinue reading “Sibling rivalry”

Nature is its own religion, doesn’t contemplate.People make their own decisions. Time, It doesn’t wait.Bigotry is self damnation. Prejudice is learned.Love and hate are equal measures, tables left un-turned.People create rules and laws and tell you follow me. But trees are solid til they’re cut down, then it’s not a tree.It’s carved out hollow, See?SometimesContinue reading “Natures way”

Was it enough? When I think back over the years about my kids, I wonder if what I did was enough. I’m not referring to whether I loved them enough because there’s no doubt they know they are loved beyond measure. When I think back to the very beginning, I discovered a new love forContinue reading “Warriors”

To my boys. The heart of my heart.If I built you a house, do you know what I’d do? I would build it from love. I would build it for you.In each stone that I lay, I would inscribe a prayer. I would seal it with hope and joy in every layer.I would plant youContinue reading “For You”

Looking out the kitchen window washing dishes, lost in thought and feeling free, remembering when life seemed a little simpler and when everyone and everything surrounded me.I notice that the sun has started setting as the night begins to start to dim and I breathe a little deeper, just a little, as I focus onContinue reading “Daydreaming”

My mom had asked my oldest sister to have me come stay the night with her which I found interesting since I’d spent several nights with her. That’s how I knew this would be the last time. I got stuck in traffic on my way to the hospital and all I could think was, “pleaseContinue reading “habibti yuma”

  -Old man, you got that bottle in your hand. What are you drinkin’? Under the lamppost, dark and damp, what are you thinkin’? What’s your story? Where’d your life begin? Do the lessons that you learned go down easier with gin? I understand. This isn’t what you planned. But life took a turn downContinue reading “gin”

There’s a story about a girl that I met from the city. she was smart and she was funny. She was so pretty. Her eyes held an unfamiliar gaze, I felt such pity. But her smile made me forget and that’s a night I won’t regret because she loved me in a way that madeContinue reading “the girl story”

I found an old book written by sages, lost in a world on blank empty pages. talking to me from across the ages, describing the butterfly in all of its phases. I sat in that chair lost in translation, so suddenly clear echoed vibrations. Shutting my eyes, I could see even clearer spirit was talkingContinue reading “old book”