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

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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

SALUTATIONS TO SHIVA

Chanting for those inclined to listen, by American kirtan singers Krishna Das & Jai Uttal; it’s “aum namah shivaya” and “boom shankar” in equal parts.