Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, June 16, 2008

Five monsoon haiku

The earth erupts in
green; death dissolves in water.
Monsoon blooms delight.

Why just dormant seeds?
Joy is for mushrooms even.
Rain knows no favours.

For three happy months,
Earth is a fairyland green.
Monsoon is magic.

Tiny umbrellas
open whenrains kiss the earth.
Joyful, love mushrooms.

Little seeds awaken
as green pushes out of brown.
Rain makes mountains bloom.


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