A Poet's Canvas

It is disconcerting when you feel like a stranger in your own house. For me that had been the case for over 20 years. I felt estranged and orphaned in my own house. In fact I could never call it my own. I had no sense of belonging or oneness with anything in the house [...]

Sometimes there is nothing left to say in a vast moment of grace when thoughts of you have blown up a storm in my head “why do I yearn for you?”, I ask myself I look up at the empty skies birds swirl without any noise I ask them what is your secret? they say [...]

ball of flame, rolling in the open sky watching everyone with spaces so wide flaming and burning she wants to explode breathing heavily she wants to let go rebel child wakes up next to a man who could lead her into a glory path but oneness is all on her tiny mind a peephole into [...]

“Why do I have to be guilty for my feelings?”, she thought as she rode furiously through the brittle wind on the pavement. It was almost morning. The darkness and the frequent cobblestones made it even harder to focus on the road. “I want a break…from this man…from all ...

I am enjoying the provocations of loneliness and solitude. The spaces in the city give my heart the space for sorrow to be emptied. I wish to be in your arms…but I know it is not you I want. I want my lovefulness back. I want you to touch my hair and kiss them. I [...]

As the big puzzle becomes clear Pieces of me join back together Where through time did I lose you? The sky shudders as you come near Moving from my heart to my lips Moving from loneliness to bliss Moving through this pain into suffering Moving into the life that is unravelling As I experience this [...

When you hear a band like Advaita, you feel inspired; especially if you have grown up listening to or learning Hindustani classical. Advaita is that essential dip in that ocean.   It was raining and I was stuck in a traffic jam that took an hour to clear. I was in a bus and it [...]

The clock reads “01:01″. I lie in my bed where all sorts of things lie scattered. I finally bought an electronic tanpura – rather my dad bought it for me. Today it reached me and I feel I have just earned my right to become a singer once more. The connection between me and my [...]

“Sunrise” was the word that came to my mind when I saw Porter embrace his dad at the end of the movie. Walter, Mel Gibson’s character, has been shown with rushed transitions – first into the desperate excitement of having found a puppet in himself and secondly into the man wh...