The Poems of David Garlick
India, my India, how I remember you. Not as some soldier or wide eyed tourist awed by your ancient culture – and your milling multitudes. Nor fascinated by the riches of a maharaja, horrified by mutilated beggars in the streets or shocked by the teaming destitute that throng the Kashmir Gate. No I remember […]
This special breed of human being, who spend their working day in care of people sick in mind or limb and helps them back to health again. For all their outward starch and poise, their eyes and hands betray their love. Both men and women have this gift that sooths the fears and […]
I fear, the love that I’ve been blessed with, may never come to those I hold most dear. It grieves my soul that love so far has flown by, where empty hearts quietly await. I’ve watch the anguish of those pilgrims who seized too early or not wisely, empty love. Mistaking wants and […]
Why is it that some men find it difficult, if not almost impossible, to say, I love you? It is not that the words are not there, It is simply that the mouth refuses to say them! We feel love, we know love, we think that we understand love but our mouths refuse to […]