I tried to find a thought todaySomething... anything at allto make sense of, to entertain, to build into song.Only these empty linesblinked back at me clueless.Whatever happened to that 7-year-old poetess!What does one do, I wondered,in a time so unforeseen as thisTurn to the Guru, it said,always, always.And many voices thenspoke from the heavens n'… Continue reading Tomorrow and today
Category: Poetry
Vermillion: a Priestess’ prayer to the Goddess
At a far distance, the cool night sets. A Purnima. The Goddess in red, out her idol steps...in the abandoned temple.
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
Bhasmā
We sit atop the mountainBreath, one with the icy Himalayan breezepuffing away the pipeSilence, beauty, warmthof each soul one with GodPraying for the salvation of these burning logsNamaḥ Pārvatī Patayé Har Har MahādevAs if Mahéshwarā Himself has come to chant...to dance the destruction dancewe all love
Chhaap Tilak
steeped so beautifully in painand seen true beauty in the sameI recall but little... of her that's gone All thought now is but soulMy ink, as tears of praise I would write you..but the soul speaks not in words © ishaisms
From sun to nothingness
And as the sky, in slow undress... steps down from sun to nothingness, she loosens her day from herself- a moving silhouette for incensed air...
Night-time poesy: Unlatched
No… pray until your heart opens, like a door He quietly unlatched at dawn where every chant, spelled to silence breaks at the throat, to become bird-song... and you let your soul step out
Sea, the woman
What pretty, precious oystered pearls amid buried, bedded bijouterie! She knows of breath beyond deaths, knows of the lost in living lives... Boundless, bottomless, her intelligence. She unmasks… She mystifies…
Dry not, my pen
Dry not, my pen, nor bite the dust before my time, you're the nepenthe to my agonies, the breath to my life. Dry not, my pen, nor leave me to fend for myself, your nib is my sword, your ink my solitary aid. Dry not, my pen, nor grow weary of my imprint, I am… Continue reading Dry not, my pen
THE LANDLORD’S WIFE
This is a page, dear reader, from my life, about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife– and I, a lonely surveyor and month long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains with… Continue reading THE LANDLORD’S WIFE
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