Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem 

I remember the flame on the festooned candle  of a communion that I failed to have faith in  somewhere in my growing years, not out of  disillusion, but out of a faint conviction;  Like a nebula that breaks out from its gaseousness  to take on the clarity of stars. Somehow, I always felt  that I was my ownContinue reading “Those pangs of losing; can sadness be overcome?: A poem “

Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem 

I could have woken in a Dionysian dream  laughing at the drunkenness of footloose  And invoked every lesser god in indulgences  that involved the orgy of souls transcribing  lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that   wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when   I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul  that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge  You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “