Persistent unanswered questions
Searching a path through grey
Seeking glass oracle

Persistent unanswered questions
Searching a path through grey
Seeking glass oracle
The chrysanthemums you grow so lovingly in your garden
They bear no thorns
A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat
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What was once a clear sense of purpose and direction
The sun reminds me of your gaze upon my face
The light breeze, of your tender touch Continue reading →
This is my first attempt at a composition in Hindi / Urdu, with an English translation.
A shout out to NMY for her encouragement and preview! Continue reading →