Poetry – On writing

Always I have waited, for words to be wise before they are permitted on paper, evaluated, judged and criticized for accuracy lest they be decried as mere crap. A mask of intelligence seemed necessary, vulnerability was deemed un-necessary, always it felt more important to hide, all that actually needed to be shown. Moments rare are …

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The Pathless Path

The rule of existence is that anything you really-really want, you will get. But most of us are not very honest, about what we are really-really wanting. If you are truly on the path, then want nothing except THAT. Let all other desires, fears, needs and wants fade into the background. And let this seeking …

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Rebirth

Rebirth I sit in this chair Surrounded by a few plants Breathing in the discussions of the motley birds watching the overgrown bamboo bend under its own weight I have been cowed down by my own inaction with simple inabilities to persevere looking back at all I didn’t do I feel no remorse no guilt …

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Leaving myself

I fall a flower on its way to god’s feet empty of desires devoid of defenses willing to be adorned or trodden over The mind is shedding its person leaving behind a being at once nothing and all-encompassing Where there was once fear now lives joy waiting to play in light bask in the glow …

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First Draft

Has already been edited. Here is the second. ....... The moon emerged from her mouth. She swallowed the universe whole, chewed on little planets, pushed aside galaxies with her tongue till comets came rushing out Laughing, tumbling over each other zooming away before they clash into smoky nothingness. Little asteroids falling out burnt the moon’s …

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Travel, Poetry, books and an award

For years, I chased after dreams;  For years I made resolutions every new year and then looked away from them as the days passed - too ashamed to even acknowledge that I had made those resolutions.  Then last year, inspired by a friend who went after one of her dreams and fulfilled them, I decided …

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On the streets of Ooty

On her forehead worries collapsed one upon another a wrinkly pile of seasons harsh sustaining each other Wrapped in wool her body refused warmth creeping into her heart with a strangers smile She sat crumbling in pavements indifferent to her plight diffidence poised on her lips waiting for the dusk that forever hung over the …

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