FIRST SECOND SIGHT

I hold you in my gaze

Warm, the cockles of my heart

The beats, a now recognisable constant

Dull noir pulsates to hyper-saturated chromas

In breaths and out

Stream of consciousness triggering synapses

Agitated ‘Nowhere-ness’ to limpid ‘now-here-ness’

A discordant indigo mind turns into a more placid azure

Eyes well up

I blink away a tiny tear 

As the heart drinks deep

I am back

RISHIKESH WRITINGS

SACRED SPACE

And he sits

The river, it flows
The cool breeze, it blows
The lamps, they flicker and glow

Giving It All Away

Sangam (The River and a Rivulet)

A Love Mutual

Nataraja

Dance

3 Steps to Nirvana

Offering

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