I ride on the same tides which you reckon on My fears are fierce yearning to touch the shore I reflect the sun and moon and many a being I’m clear and calm deep within my recesses Can’t you hear the voices of my agony on the outside As I soar when the moon appears and disappears I keep calling for you as always My tides do not find a moment’s rest White and black in the darkness Blue and White in the light Hear me O! my beloved My calling seems unheard Listen to the tides again Calling your name From the same Shore You left me Behind…
Dont want to brag about myself,am just a bundle of habits like writing,reading,cook,travel,long drive,being close to nature,munch good food, listening to Carnatic music,do something for the people than living for self.Trying to know who am I ?... Ha ha ha... Am just a bundle of habits like reading,writing,working,eating,sleeping,travelling,driving,meditation,like to do things/activities which involve people and also seeking solitude to understand self better.
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
skipped rocks through a stream today the opening of a brand new day its frame is in minor decay the bleached wood massed in bone piles, we pulled it from dark beach and built fire in a fenced clearing the
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,