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.
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Until You Return
With Sainted blessing we begin 'fore Ishwara's dance of destruction,
Conch Shell (III)
Racing as freed wolves, my heart beats in tribal drums. I have no sudh-budh, driven to the divine form and trident in the shmashaan...
Conch Shell (II)
...the clarion soundsand my spirit awakensfloating to the groundswhere in spirals of incenseShiva sits meditating
Lady of the Stained Glass
It is hard to miss those eyes once those that dare, do see her
Palanquin: a song from the orient
1In the palanquin that borethe priestess to the temple,she found herself soon lulledto the sweetest, dreamy slumber2The sparkling dusk-earthen lamped and starred-mirrored the joy in her heart;until the bearers did regretfully inform:the temple doors were shut.'Tis 'gainst His will- said one-the journey thus fruitless;there's no meeting Him now-heard the dreaming priestess.Still, out she stepped to… Continue reading Palanquin: a song from the orient
Banjara
Drink wine in sacred hours speak in lost languages
Ishaisms 
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