As the day comes to an end And darkness creeps in When the edges between day and night start to quiver and spin Look up…
Stand in the posture, your feet like tree-trunks. Tuck your tail, round your back, raise your crown. Breath into the lower elixir field, your mind…
What Shesh Carries
"Who is that who groans?
That haunts very much
Those long painful moans!
Who could that be, oh, Sage?"
A story about a tree, a boy and their destiny…
Another poem based around an event in Mahabharat
Based on an Episode in Mahabharat (Mythology)
A sea breeze echoes softly thru my mind
gently sings of my expectant morrow,
and the languid life I left behind.
It beckons me to turn my head ..
to face the wind that fills enchanted sails,
and drives me to my destiny ..
as silent sirens wail.
The inspiration to this poem is a discussion we had been having on 'Set Sail', chiefly between me and Partha on Authorship. 🙂
I find myself again
In yet another square one
The miles I've traveled
Are all undone…
She had been made with love and care
Timber, the best brought from distant woods
Nails and bolts wrought by many a smithy
Many a looms had sat spinning her canvas…
The tale of a ship and its quest for a home