Category Archives: beauty

Palolem affair

The gathering night clutches the folds of her robe as she looks out into the moonless dark… an impregnable roar echoes the anguish, the solitude of the sea * Solitary queen In the high castle she craves distraction there is … Continue reading

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Darbaar Sahib

    you have to peel off religion one translucent skin after another * finding god is drawing blood the knife goes in slowly black, viscous, slimy faith oozes out and then it happens as sudden as thought or sleep … Continue reading

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aranya #11: union

What the forest saw: notes cascade into each other, like the sky dripping into the forest, in a waterfall of desire. And born out of the union is the language of the trees. birds catch it in their beaks, and … Continue reading

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aranya #10: the conference of dogs

“…The sun was still orange then” he murmured. the forest, of old, glistened through his eyes. his dappled ashen beard shimmering gently in the breeze. “This was before the world knew humility, before humans knew the meaning of violence. I … Continue reading

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question

Things happen slowly The turning wheel is only a notch In the spiral I asked the stone If it remembered How the sun drenched Its sleep And it showed me the forest and a childhood of falling things When the … Continue reading

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aranya #7:the artist’s workshop

There is a place deep in the heart of the forest. it is a silent grove. an oasis. a place where time is forgotten. a place of magic. of heresy. of wild desire. It is aranya’s workshop. The artist sits … Continue reading

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aranya #3: drought

I listened to her song. It was the colour of solitude. Like a dusty sliver of light in the gathering darkness. Manasa, the spider, knew when the heavens would be benevolent. She had saved a drop from yesterday’s rain. She was … Continue reading

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