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

Friday, December 12, 2008

More river haiku

An ashen expanse
Flows under a cloudy sky.
Winter quietly mourns.

Ink-black ripples float
Upon mirthless quietude.
Dark waters seem deep.

Ash turns to silver,
The river gleams in first sun.
New day, new stories.

Day envelops all,
First beams yield to blinding white.
Unmoved, the brook flows.

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