Evening prayers..

friction on the matchbox.. she strikes a match, lights a lamp as she prays; invoking the Almighty to bless with happy days, lead us to brighter ways; give us strength to cope, in bad luck, show us hope. a match, a prayer, a light, burns within, a will to fight. Linked with Poetic Asides (Day … Read moreEvening prayers..

I, me and myself..

Carefree, casual smile; all the while. Answering all questions, be they easy or even tough, my answers seem enough. I talk direct, never serious; much jest, much love, much zest; I’m at times, like a pest. Always same, for old habits can’t change; innocent yet very mature, of my future I seem sure. I am … Read moreI, me and myself..

Thiruvanchikulam

to tranquil tones of devotional music, I see you dancing with the silent wind, sultry yet pleasant; above your eyes, the heads of palms, areca and coconut, kiss the silent wind beneath the blue sky, unmarred by clouds; I hear the gurgling of the river nearby, carried eagerly to my waiting ears, and I feel … Read moreThiruvanchikulam