29.01.2019
To the pauper, on his shawl ''weave not the untruth pauper, Strip! bare-chested, face the pain of death.'' to the naked pauper, death reveals a golden secret: Even thy pain is lent. Read More »
Author: Navni Gujral
here we are
When he marked us 'round the sun it became Time. so now here we are... for time is the gift, the red carpet on which we dance, the field on which we're sown and sow. it sings, ''wake up! let's make it count, ...for my heart beats tick-tock for the Lover.'' … Read More »
this year
i want to swim down to the very essence of beauty, through all the darkness, scoop it out in massive chunks and paint the world with it. Read More »
14.12.2018
about reason and coherence and sense they are small dry library shelves to store boring files of memory and rote. how dare they pretend to be the Thing? Read More »
Happily Ever After
The days are turning like pages of a book. The story's called growth, and it stands for: Happily Ever After. Read More »
What it really is
He strokes my hair with sunlight and lays his palm before each step, so I may tread. When he whispers in my ear, the ocean dance begins, flowing waves of abundance. My heart is swelling from the pain of fullness and his smell in the air. There is much to say, but tonight I am… Read More »
About oceans
It's settled, its official, the ocean resides in my heart. My heart is its birthplace and it is the home of my heart. They're married together by an inseparable knot. Whether this makes sense, when it got to this, how I reached here, I have no idea. Because not many years have passed since it… Read More »
Whose kite is the sun?
Whose kite is the sun? Who fills the rosebud's red? Who drinks from the moon-jug and spills out the ocean? Who led my hands unchained, to join the white-winged free bird, laughing from above at the prison in the playground? Now they're busy lighting fires by a tent pitched in the stars for the face… Read More »
A taste in the mouth
O unknowable land of familiar stories, your secrets concealed behind invisible masks for us to uncover. A teasing now and again, sparkles and glimpses that hide before they show. A taste in the mouth just enough to know there's nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. Lured by your mystery, holding in a wait… Read More »