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: Writing
Conversation in Saffron
"You don't love or worship the destroyer unless your soul is ready to let him destroy your life." "Why would someone choose that?"
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.
Writer’s Room
..sweet pungent ink, printing machines; a softer click- and wafting nicotine. One types in inspired fury, one waits for it- hanging on to hope as coats o'er the seats. Soon someone will spill a coffee too- probably chatty Cathy at table four
Destiny
...the last seeds of hopelong being carried to the hill fall off the tired, dying fistonto a barren land...
Let me as Wilde’s nightingale be…
I sing to you, my fatherEvery praise, every tear, every verseLet me as Wilde's nightingale be...In kind, innocent, honesty sing,and with the pain it bringsbe more like you.Leavethe purest red rose, as the generous thorn of sufferingbleeds me so completeI'm all soulFinally Home, at your feet ©
Sleep not by the street tonight
Sleep not by the street tonight- thy lords will come to dance!Soon as th' nectar of Luna pours,make haste to the stream and chant...Make haste to the stream, and chantthe word, to the rhythm of thy heartSoon, begin the dancing drums,soon the ankleted footsteps soundSoon the ankleted footsteps sounda call- unheard but by the soul...Homeward… Continue reading Sleep not by the street tonight
Move to the music, por favor
She moves despite herself to Cuban-smoked soul perhaps in an old life someone played her th' saxophone in vintage balmy nights 'neath sultry sepia moons How else'd the spirit respond to tongues unknown, from lands just so Perhaps she once walked on jazz enlivened Spanish shores Soft strums, softer drums voices with stories of their… Continue reading Move to the music, por favor
Seva
What do you do to be involved in the community? Early mornings in early childhood always began with a ritual of sorts. While dad and mom managed the chaos of getting my sister and me off to school- ironing, polishing, prepping the tiffin-bag- the meticulous, dignified task of tying our school-ties was assigned to my… Continue reading Seva
One? Please.
Do you have a quote you think of often? "Into this universe, and why not knowing,Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing;And out of it, as wind along the waste,I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing." from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam Other honourable mentions "Ever thus thou growest beautiful, in silence, then before thine answer given,… Continue reading One? Please.
Ishaisms 
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