This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
in the hollow of my hands
the soulful alphabets on a sheet of paper dance to the tune of the wanderer sitting on the banks of a river overlooking the bridge and makes them fly across distant skies and into my outstretched hands. i wrap them in the hollow of my hands..
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Life of Gia
Life of Gia
She knew not what she was. There were
far too many shadows around her. The light inside her was a single flame flickering
in the winds of change. Sometimes fiery sometimes calm...With each breath she
took the flame would dance.
Shadows diverge all around.
Seven suns burst them forth, multiplied manifold when reflected
in the crystal waters of her eyes she searches
frantically for the self. Where is she in the quagmire of darkness grey and
black and darkest blue?
But the light around
her was dazzling...So bright that she closed her eyes when she looked up
questioningly at the source of that light. What am I to the one who sees the
footprint on the sands of time and that walked the beach in days gone by?
She knew not what
she was. A friend. A companion .A lover. Or just a face in the crowd.
Some bonds were undefined,
yet chained as concrete structures by norms of life...
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