A texture reaching infinity Walking in all directions Carries people Living and dead Happy and sad The stars are rolling As if balls rolling on satin Life is only ephemeral It perceives the texture in units of time There are some moments though These moments throw you on the texture You roll along […]
A woman is sitting on the front verandah of her house, trying to disentangle a long thread. She is totally involved in her work. Her face is wrinkled and dull, her eyes will take one to abysmal depths of pain and suffering. There is calmness in her breath. She has finally made peace with
When I was 5 years old I used to watch birds fly Flapping their wings And producing dulcet tones I used to inhale the fragrant air There was some mystery around I saw people walking and not rushing Meeting each other and discussing A sense of wonder was there in all eyes There
Lying on the bed I read a book A gleam of sunlight falls on its words Through the window on my right The pendulum swings Indicating that its time My mind tells my brain One more page… One more page over The sunlight rises From the words of the book to my
I fall from a window and I wake up in another world the trees and the roads are different the winds and the people are different the sky is less dark the rains are less harsh I walk on the roads and my thoughts fly to the old world It is peace I desired
