Winter came and people eat only when they were hungry. The seeds kept for sowing dwindled somehow in some families. The families that ate only when they were hungry during the summer and autumn gave food to the ones who ate because it was meal times and not because they were hungry. No lecture was … More After Harvest Days.
You know your roots are strong and healthy when the mountains, rivers, hills, the expanse of the sky and river never stops speaking to you.
The most insensitive and cruel thing to say to a stay home mom- “What have you been doing all day?”
She withstood the mighty storm Like a bamboo in a storm She swayed in the brewing gloom The times roared and shrill The big ones broke and fell The trees not rooted firmly fell The resolute ones spirited away The upright were not fated to stay The brave had to pay The divisive kill only … More Unstable Times
Dedicated to all women. Have a wonderful Women’s Day.
Is she washed away by the polluted tide?
Is she overpowered by the beast?
Is she crushed by the unjust?
Is she bounded by her circumstances?
Is she swallowed by the shadows of predators?
Is she choked by the ignorant weeds? … More To A Million And More
In an oasis of compassion Child of paradise Flying with the butterflies Chasing the rainbow Healthy roots of ancestors Nourishing tiniest buds, tendrils Yellowed leaves, wilted branches, crooked Regenerated, unconditionally Honourable Savage House integrity, character, loyalty, substance Belonging ‘Savage’ jungle laws comprehensible Systematised Just Compassionate In search of greener pastures Thrown in the ‘concrete … More Concrete Savage
(The Dead Crooked Tree in the City Amidst Green Luscious Ones) I am not tall I am not beautiful I am not lush I am not green I am not majestic I am not admired Do I bend when the wind blows? Do I evoke inspiration? Do I attract admiration? Do I set your soul … More The Dead Crooked Tree
Blushed spray of Joy Spray of joy Brushes the unguarded Dried in a moment The lazy lulling of the waves The power beneath Rose the force to beckon Once again to its bosom Ingrained in the soul The flow like blood Never to part Blushed spray of joy