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


Ink ripples on mirthless quietude.

Ash turns to silver

The river gleams in the first sun,

then yields to blinding white,

absorbing sweat, blood, tears, bullets, orphaned cries.

And the ashes.

The river flows on.

My pen trawls a bottomless pit

(c) Alaka Yeravadekar

(I can put this on my vlog because Alaka made it from themes I had explored in some haiku I had sent her).


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