Krishna

OF DASTARDS & A MIRACLE

The evil that men perpetrate

Diabolical deeds, disturbing drama

The disrobing of Draupadi

Defaced by Dushasana’s dirty hands

The miracle of the Lord

Nataraja

Dance

Offering

A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat

SIP BY SIP, REALIZATION DAWNS

The man scoffed derisively.

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.

Tears of Homecoming

As the flames light up

So does my heart