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The royal human being
Your thoughts made you who are, who you will always be, a kind-hearted prince a devoted husband a friendly father a true servant of the nation, and to the world, a shining star, a supreme human being your demeanor emulated a princely charm, a grandiose calm, a crowning equanimity I’d like to know the books you read, those men of letters that made you a man of word how impeccably warm was your heart how ...
womb of love
come, easy drop all your arms; words, wealth, weapons. look, just look at nature, it is busy making love with one another, beyond species, yes, that's what it knows, that’s why it exists, that's what it does else how'd that little insect carry the genes of a tree, nature, an open page, yet a mystery. come, easy stretch your arms, relax, break free from the cage of your knowledge, a memory game; what would you do ...
some small poems
I left the world to live in it ... stalin, I won’t clap for you but I will pray for you too ... some years ago, we had 33 crores of devatas, now, we have 767 crores, I pray to all, to all, I take a bow ... stories... garlands of memories, thorns, flowers, identities dear to us; fresh, old we can't throw them away, they stick to us as long as we stay ...
A Lucky Man
That fortune is fickle cannot be denied ...
Leo
War and truce ...
The Selkie
The seal people - the Selkies, have been long in the mythic history of the people living along the Celtic coasts. They are magical beings capable of changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin. Most of the myths involving Selkies recount the tales of female Selkies who were forced into relationships with humans by someone stealing and hiding their sealskin ...
Time
continuing the exploration of IS ...
In Memoriam
Anniversary day ...
A Happy Bunny
Optimism in troubled times ...
Rapunzel and the Lockdown
Thankful for small mercies ...
The elusive
Oftentimes, I read. Words woven as stories, ideas, beliefs. Knowledge, a cage. My eyes look at the stars, My feet feel the dewdrop; with the organs within, without, I live every moment of life, in its highs and lows. But I know the elusive truth, beyond all bondage lies beyond books, nature trails, and tales of birth and death. ...
the art of loving through frosted glass
voyeurism by any other name? ...
The distance
One world. Different worlds. One situation. Many versions. Men, women, children, holding leaves in their minds through their eyes, beholding selected words, fruits, flowers, forming chosen haven, unable to distance, so the tree comes to light. The lack of vision, a white elephant. ...
A Lack of Application(s) Picked
Confession of an ignoramus ...