Sometimes the hills look like they've come closer to my balcony. Perhaps, they moved in the night when I was asleep. I like to think that there was a mystical time when mountains flew and trees walked. But that would have before man was born. The magic locked itself in as Pandora opened her box. … Continue reading Daydreaming
secret yellow wall hides the birth of demons old born of barren trees
Little spots of brilliance on an inky sky smiling at the moon from time before my time They whisper stories far and old of Gods and demons and heroes flawed Secret tales for those who seek... ... Dawn comes the stories fade
Unblinking eyes on the roof Swoop As she raises her head A wing flutters- her soul stolen Another wing sputters - her memory wiped No time, no space... no wait
Draupadi has no mother but comes home to the woman she calls ma. Full of promise and dreams, she comes, a tempest that seeks anchor. And Ma looks at her, heart imprinting unseen softness under dark diamond.
Yellow leaves sit snug Between blades of grass One leaf falls Another follows And so the song goes on...
what lies inside jewelled waters? only the mist knows shifting shapes swirling secrets the leaves watch in speechless silence as they shimmer a final dance