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the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)
My bones creaked
As loud as the frogs,
On the logs and in the pond,
this morning
Aging is as ubiquitous as nature;
In that sense:
You could say ‘I am at one with nature’ today.
Peace is not just the absence of wrath ,
it is the very presence of wisdom,
the essence of love !
Sometimes , the most powerful thing that's to do is absolutely nothing !

@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Promote love and peace not war
22.09.2025
You hear the "experts" declare:

We’re seconds away from ultimate destruction...

nuclear war —

While that may be true, the threat won’t turn me blue,

My days are numbered by, and for, God.
Grateful for my boys
Worried. Worried mind.
Keep them moving forward
To strive, to seek, to find

O ye protective spirits!
Rally round and round
Yes to T.S. Eliot
No to Ezra Pound

                       Amen.
The stars were not to blame
Nor the ocean between us
Or even that dreadful place
We used to call home

It was only you and me
Always a little too wrong
And maybe just a little
Too late
If you look up
Is it there?
All I see is air
Why do I raise
my arms up
hoping that God
hears my prayer

Is it some kind
of wicked game
we play ?

I never dreamed
I would meet
someone like you

What a deception
fast of feet
What a reception
so incomplete

I raise my
empty hands up
asking God
"Where is my love ?"
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