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.
Tag: divinity
Dervish
I danced in the desert - a dervish to your love, devotee of our dreams; suppliant hands above surrendering burdens that before were juggled to and fro. Twirling in thankfulness, like a dazzling trinket or fiery ruby, finally at peace and in awe of the miracles and wonders you showed me... How you taught me,… Continue reading Dervish
Lionheart
...a one-track soul, feet submerged completely all at once, and a sudden breath escaping as the last cold death being offered to Vaikuntha, for eternity. Big boulders over the charging waters, and my feet unsteady atop one; I found sure footing and let them guide me as milestones to the cosmos. One by one, making my way, pulled to that smile; the strongest, sweetest breath of God against my cheek; ebony hair waving- the herald of a homecoming.
Strangers On The Way
What gives you direction in life? He is in the bazaar in the afternoon heatas the soft, cool breezeAt the fun puppet showwith the joyful children manouvering the string In the crowded carnivalHe is the kind strangerensuring your safetyIn the dusty eveningby the roadside cobblerHe's making conversation At the alley of handicraftshe's the blissful winkcarved… Continue reading Strangers On The Way
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