Isha USA (Poem)
A mother has to bear much painTo nurture and deliver a mortal swainStill willing to bear the painAs the joys […]
A mother has to bear much painTo nurture and deliver a mortal swainStill willing to bear the painAs the joys […]
In the darkest crevicesof one’s being lies light Light that shines only for the onesthat sink into the very depths of
As I see the seeminglyperpetual play of breath The breath: the maker of my body,The taker of my beingWhen the
There is no DanceWithout a Dancer The Dancer is not feltIn Dance perfect The perfection of the DanceDissolves the Dancer
In the dark moonless nightThe firefly emboldens itself to flight The brooding darkness mocksThe spirited flight of fly delight The
The gentle coolness of the mornHeralding the day that is to be born Like the voiceless struggles of the unbornThe
It is a common factWe are all cosmic stuffFabricated in suchUncommon flair and taste. In not realizing the original stateWe
A Grim face An endless race At the market’s pace Life pulped by a mace What a disgrace To miss
Flowers of fragranceThe earthy soilThe body and soulof this mortal coilThe rain drops fallto mingle and spoilWill you be thereFor
When the monsoon windsdrive heavy with earthy smells The mortal coil – an earthen pottrembles to the flavor of Life