The battle’s over long ago
But the battle wounds remain
Shouted in silence, cried also
Merely, I’d not deign, again!

4/20/13

One of these days
I’ll turn into a rebellious wind
Rustling through branches and leaves
On the tree tops, the wings finned

Dashing into the heavens
Whilst slithering up the mountains
As whispering Brahmans
So, the thirsty river runs

5/9/2014

Epic of Love!

Deep in a forest, a shack
Surrounded by evergreens
Encircled by thoughts
Bounded by many dreams

A wooden desk by the window
A fountain pen, few papers
The songs of a babbling brook
Few candles; if not, an oil lamp

Ruminations of tender whispers
The gentle touch, your silken lips
My aspiration to dawn an epic
Larger-than-life; an Epic of Love

March 7, 2009