Sing I your virtues in 40 stanzas every day. Chant with devotion your name ceaselessly. And seek I today your boundless wisdom and strength; your thunderbolt to destroy the diabolical demons that prey on me from the netherworld of my mind. Your grace, my protective sheath.
O! Son of the Wind, I carry you in my heart with adoration in the same way as you do the Lord.
Back at staring at a blank sheet of paper after long
I thought a nice writing instrument would help move things along
Something expensive might serve as a treat
To enable the mind to writers block defeat
Upcoming celebrations called for a walk to the cigar store
To look up what to stock up on for the humidor
A hand rolled fat boy stuffed with the finest tobacco
Worthy of Churchill, Castro or Roosevelt Theodore
While under COVID lockdown, and on a walk, I came across this striking metal mural of Lord Shiva – the Destroyer. I thought it apt for days like these when the end of the world seems nigh. And here below is my poem inspired by it: Continue reading →