Morning Skies or Blue Velvet
On a morning one day, not long ago, I went to my terrace to look at the stars before dawn. The sky was ablaze in blue.
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An Invitation to Voyage with Baudelaire
Discovering a 19th century French poet, more than 150 years after his passing, must be more than some happenstance. One must find a symbol to mark the significance of this singular event. Where can I find such a symbol? Perhaps in Charles Baudelaire's own forest of symbols. My
A Walk with Borges
Northstar is a collective dream. We all dream about it in our own different way. Some people, and some things too, have permeated our dreams even though they may long be dead. And why do we dream? Because we must, because we can, because we cannot help it. What happens,
Yellow Hues
Today, we mark Vasant Panchami. Vasant is spring. Although we are in the cold days of January, this day is celebrated in the hope of the arrival of spring 40 days later. We pay homage to Goddess Saraswati, that fount of knowledge and learning. She flows from the locks of
Ambushed
Poetry - Ambushed Picture 1 - Water Lilies in Dark Water Picture 2 - Exposed Roots