Deep in the hourglass of time…: A poem 

Deep in the hourglass of time  where grains of sand flipflop in irreversible motion  like photons speed-dancing seemingly infinitely  only to be trapped by omnipresent blackholes  And who knows that day is sleeping, and night is waking?  Who knows that life is death and death is life?  If paradise is a prism or a prison? Continue reading “Deep in the hourglass of time…: A poem “

Who can blame the daughter of the devil that her eternal love is God?: A poem 

Deep in the shadows of Ayodhya  The forests are thick with tears  For even God has to shift gears  that paradise is lost and its spirit stolen  But love is unbroken, resoluteness never forsaken  Yet, sometimes one needs props like Hanuman  for the undefeatable to be undone  And the salt of Galilee always saw treachery Continue reading “Who can blame the daughter of the devil that her eternal love is God?: A poem “