Words Are All I Have…

It’s like when you have a ‘keta’ moment and realize with a sigh it’s ‘altschmerz’.

WHERE HAVE ALL THE SPARROWS GONE?

Avian minnows. Brown, beady-eyed, chirruping hoppers. So numerous in my childhood, so not-seen nowadays.

A SONG FROM GOD’S OWN COUNTRY

Essence

Her.

TREADING WATER

MEGHDOOT (*Cloud Messenger)

Inspired by one of Kālidāsa‘s (considered among Sanskrit’s greatest poets) most famous masterpieces, here’s my 21^st century English version, with creative license.

PUPPET ON A STRING

DAMN!

And we met. After a long time.
And we hugged hesitantly. Melting into a warm embrace.
And we drank. Not so much, actually.
And we talked. Quite a bit, actually.
And the hours flew by. As time does.
And we parted. Going our own way.

Damn!

By the Ganga

The river
Its meandering, the twists and turns of the mind
Its rapids, my blood surging, the multitude of thoughts & emotions

Coffee & a Conversation

So I met a bunch of fellas over an imaginary cuppa in a cool cafe called Gaia’s, with soft, puffy, white clouds around us.

There was a slim guy with longish hair & a crown of thorns; another with blue skin wearing a peacock feather in his hair; one with dreadlocks, tiger skin & a crescent moon; a bearded & ochre-turbaned man; another bearded fellow in pure white vestments; one with long earlobes, a beatific expression, wearing a robe & carrying his hair in a top bun; a grandfatherly old chap with a flowing white beard & a staff and another whose face was cloaked so I couldn’t see it. They looked vastly different from each other, but all had a similar, strange glow around their heads.

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