My Mother
Brought into this World through her Womb.Like a seed planted in her Clay I bloom. I became her world for
All content spiriual in nature.
Category: Spirituality
The Mystic Self
Me I am passion…I am thought…I am thirst…I am conflict..I am a face behind the mist………………I am though ..who is
Hills Of Sand
Hills Of Sand , those little hands pile.Sea Shells they pick for crowning in style.They divide into rooms the whole
Mask
….May be I am laughing. May Be I am not….. Its as if I am wearing a mask I am
Schlepped by a seraph
Sometimes speaking in my voice. Plane ferocious to the core. At others listening to that was unsaid inconspicuous and forlorn.
Dropadi
When Dushasana approached to do Duryodhana’s ask Vishnu himself balked in his earthly mask… Of All the Strong And Wise
I
He was by no means a man so vastSo he carried his pride on his mast. With in him thrived
Krishna
I have been reading lately about Lord Krishna …a perfect embodiment of a person that had won both the
Hoards Of Grey
When words do much…. but still fall short of stating facts…When you are looking for feelings ..and all you get