poem

O Dweller of KailashO dweller of Kailash,Destroyer of suffering, remover of sorrow —You are Mother Durga.Born from the radiance of the gods,A flame-crowned goddess,...

The Smell of Burnt RiceIn the satisfaction of the fewLies the hardship of the many —The beggar’s son’s annaprashanBecomes a grand affair.He casts a...

Half AwakeAm I asleep — or just lying still?Am I happy — or trapped in unhappiness?Am I going to the market — or not...

Think again —Once a spring is gone, it never comes back the same.So why lose yourself for a name,For something that never truly was?When...

Still, I HopeYou once spoke —with a heart trembling in feeling —and now, those words are lost,forgotten among the fallen branchesof broken promises.You return...