Some restless forests on both sides of the river, the bell of rutting stag echoed down the stream, I dove into naked water forcing and eddying down the hills, my tongue in a foreplay– I touched the delicate breast of the brook for a few moments, her thighs like Persian daggers, I love to caress them in the sun.
Then in a whirlwind life and death, death and life come in alternate dreams; then again primeval sound rose in this primitive land– Om shanti ! Om shanti ! It reverberated up and down the sky, in the pale light filtered through the leaves I had reincarnation, dismal blessings from our forefathers .
I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.