ईशा वास्यम् इदं सर्वम्
© Hopium, your smouldering leaveskeep me swayingfrom glasses half full, and otherwiseyour swirling, spiralling fumeskeep entrancingrevealing a world I know to be but liesWhat power, what nepentheis yours, Hopium, my friendthat even when I know you've only misled-I still follow you… blindfolding my weary eyes? ©
Someone must stay strong, for the rest to survive.
There's a crack in the stained glass panes in the old, ancestral home. Her staircases of old wood still stand guard, weary yet awake, waiting for some semblance of lost time to run up towards the double-doored rooms, that now house only an essence of thick, perfumed English coats, gramophones, sitars, records, books, antiques and… Continue reading Home
Thought I'd share a laugh, with my greetings, as the year comes to a close, by sharing an old poem which I found in a diary I maintained through 2007-2010. It is clearly inspired by my years studying in a Victorian convent, the books I read and my growing adoration for the Bard - and… Continue reading Dear reader…
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