The Poems of David Garlick
I’ve soared the mountaintop of love, lived in the valley of despair. I’ve sung the songs of happiness Wept scalding tears of shame. I’ve swum warm seas of self-deceit, plumbed depths of nameless fears. But now with you, upon a plain that has an endless curve. I see the beauty, feel the wind, find flowers […]
I do not think that good marriages are made in heaven and like wise, they are not destroyed in hell; though it may, at times, seem like it. No, good marriages are made by people and destroyed by people. The good and the bad, the well meaning, the simple they are conceived in love, lust […]
We have lost our way. The path has faded and dust blows in our eyes. Up hill we stumble, looking for the meeting place. Once it was here at the top of the steep mountain trail but now there is no gathering place only sand and bleached bones, skulls stare at the sky. This […]
I have a funny tale to tell about a stout Baboo. An Indian Civil servant, very bureaucratic too. His post was on the Kashmir road to act as Customs Man. To stop the flow of illegal goods. He called it “contraban”. For Kashmir State, when I knew it, was ruled by Hari Sing. A […]