Day: August 15, 2025

He sought God in holy India,
traveled there from Dallas, Texas.
He wrote glowing accounts of all
the sadhus and saints he met
in weekly updates in emails.
Six months later, the emails ceased,
and not even the police or a hired
detective could find him, like a
missing 411 mystery in India.
I saw him in a dream being strangled
and robbed by a wanna be Hindu thuggee.
I fear that nightmare might be true,
and I don’t think he’ll ever be found.

Bob Boyd

After she left him, he decided to
become a monk. Screw women
he said to himself, done with them,
ain’t dealing with them anymore.
He lasted as a celebate monk for
about two weeks until she found
him and begged him to forgive
her. Her love stronger than the
promise of nirvana, the getting
off the wheel of rebirth, millions
of prayers and chants, he blissfully
relented and traded being a monk
for being a devout husband.

Bob Boyd

The woman he loved is
a skeleton now. Death
and cancer took her
away from him years
ago. He wonders how
love could end so awfully
despite it seemed she’d
be his flesh and blood
love forever instead of
bones buried in the ground,
her love gone forever.

Bob Boyd