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 


28- Stories of the Night Sky

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

Dark tempest

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.