Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Black beads

Black Beads
The sun doesn't set
in the lands where the woods are deep
and hearts deeper
Black is the truth as dark as raven
Light only drapes it in translucence
Inerasable is the dark
And deceptive- the light
The shaman looks up
At the  moon
Painted with the citrus juice
But to the spy
Who irons out the creases
From the black sky
And lo behold
Emerges the silver disc
The yin and the yang
In perfect harmony
The black and the white
The zenith and the nadir

I continue beading the string
With beads
the colours of the rainbow

18th June,2014

Sketches in literature

Sketches in literature : Shamim Hanafi writes definitive profiles of writers, evaluating their contribution