I watch the laughing hillsgiggle in yellow flowers night and dayin this golden mountain What's another dark cloudthat rolls my way...so long as there's laughterI'll be okay
Tag: verse
The Fool’s Journey: a ballad of the major arcana
The FoolIn this life's journey,Lord, don't make a fool of me please guide me safely for my trust in the unknownis great and terrifying The MagicianI create my life I have all the tools I needwithin my being My words are like magic spells that bring all desires to me The High PriestessI know what… Continue reading The Fool’s Journey: a ballad of the major arcana
Li’l night-time poesy
The light glows differently this nightCleaner, purer, truerIts flames don't descend as a sad thoughtBut rise, instead as released birds light as air, floating upwards
A Dream Of Peace
Only the sounds of the clockfilled the old boarding house,where lay the lone corpseupon the old wooden couch.Her hair flowed as a river;her face was cold to touch-and not the slightest quivershe made, when I felt as much.She was dressed in robesas black as the starless night...Strange how her chest ne'er rosethus lifeless, and thus… Continue reading A Dream Of Peace
Fear- spoken word
a floor of eggshells, a cloud in the air
My Beautiful India
She's the jewel of the East adorning the golden necks of Gods and Goddesses. A sculpture, she, to marvel at- a complete temple in herself! She's the flavour of the earth, sent in ancient carts of heaven laden with salts and spices-
The Mountain Dweller
A true archeress-her shot never missed the marknor fought the unarmedUntil, she met her challenge...in eyes that had her disarmed ©
Chocolate tin-box
Chocolate tin box I spotted one morn ‘fore leaving home. Chocolate tin box, beaming with a halo, angel choirs as background. Unwrapping leaves of gold at the day's end... Oh it's heaven in my mouth
Nārāyaṇī
'Sita in Ashoka Grove' It was called Ashok-the grove of no sorrows...where, she, held by forcedwindled 'tween gloomand the faithful hopeof rescue by her LordSay, O, Tree, she spokein a dusked, despairing hourTo thy name be truelend me a branching handthat my hair may as rope free me in soul, if not in formAs winds,… Continue reading Nārāyaṇī
Dosti
Friendship corrects you in your wrongsFriendship foresees, friendship warnsWarms the hours where there is none Friendship soothes, friendship comfortsThis is to those I loved and lost... when I lost sightThis is to the ones who've now ..been proven right © I wept as I wrote this... It may not be the most dazzling verse, but… Continue reading Dosti
Ishaisms 
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