God, Ishaisms, Light, Love, Poetry

Homecoming

In the room of the soulshining a light,was the name of God.Guilt crouched in a cornerand looked up in shame... But found only loveWhere pain and grief sobbed as heartbeatsThe name soundeda song so sweet,they danced in respiteDeeper withinas embers seething, angerwas seen- and unwatered,bathed cool by the light...for there was only loveTo greed and… Continue reading Homecoming

God, inspiration, Ishaisms, life, Writing

Kaliyuga

Scene: A young, scholarly priest walks past the banks of the holy Ganga, as a pale yellow evening settles. Visibly brooding, he takes no notice of the sights and greetings around him, and makes straight for home, where, laying the plain jute satchel of books atop a wooden desk, he pulls out a loosely bound one and begins to write, just as the early eastern skies begin to darken.

God, inspiration, Ishaisms, story

The Mountains We Carry

They say that when God calls you to where he dwells, there is no force- physical or emotional, that can keep you from answering that call. They call it, Bulawa. You've been informed that the oxygen levels will drop with the altitude. You watch the people in line get rejected one by one, on account… Continue reading The Mountains We Carry

God, Ishaisms, poem

हर हार हरि का द्वार

अब और क्या आंसू बहाऊं, अब और किसे पुकारूं...जब सब मुखौटे ही रण पर गिर पड़े, और मैं, शहीदों की तरह जलते हुए अपनी ही चिता को राख में बदलते देख ना करु कुछ महसूस…सिवाए इस वायु के…सिवाए उस डमरू के…सिवाए तेरे शंखों की गूंज?