At eleven, beauty captured, I return
Consciousness streams in, with broken images
A motorcyclist touches the fringe of my existence
The Lord of the Universe secured my sanity
Images of wooden Gods, of a jungle neem tree
Interspersed with celebrations of celestial love
The theme remained of beauty in sandstone
Of its golden brown hues against the blue sky
Of a yellowed middleman [...]
Archive for December 18th, 2004
18 Dec
