19 Saturday Jan 2019
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The truth is – moments are long, days are short –
The moments, long –
the days, short –
And between the long and short, within this great numinous truth,
Maya of this life bewitches
with its days and moments…
moments…
days…
A corner of the sky glows with a warm golden light as if you playfully splashed colors on the book …
Like a ghost note from an old ghazal that floats in unexpectedly upon the twilight breeze, an early-morning dream …
And this is what this world has for you… A sun and sky, some moon and the sloping shadow of …
She was visiting me after a long time – “Busy with work and stuff”… I understood. Young people tote a …
I have many contemporaries – only I am not my contemporary – I was born one day – a …
Once upon time, the pulse in Kashmir’s body sang ‘One Lalla, one Allah’. Now vaids are tired of trying… now …
Dipping its pen into the inkpots of night and day the earth has written a letter to men. “Scientists, …
And for ages, this has gone on…. Time had the power to wantonly bribe History’s losers, and steal its …
Darkness steals into a dream. Night stakes out a soft heart. More dangerous than any other is the theft of …
A long time ago I had read about the opera, The Greek Passion.* I remember the part when a shepherd …
1 The golden harvest of stars has been stolen – I shook out sheets of clouds only a grey night …
It’s been a while since the rain stopped. A moment ago the town fell in the muck. Raising …
