Why does the moth dareto fly closer to the flame after being singed?What regard will the fire have if he has none for his wings?
Month: December 2023
A certain breeze
There's a place where I go,where a certain breeze blowsand every petal, every thornevery copse and every grovefor the loved one does mournfor the lost one does mournThere's a place where I gowhere birds sing a quaint songof immortal and evergreen loresin music unheard beforefor the loved one to mournfor the lost one to mournThere's… Continue reading A certain breeze
If poppies can
If poppies can grow on lands bloodied and barrened in the wake of warlove can blossom in places made alone of broken hearts
Aghori
© In the wee hours at the cremation groundthe fire turns blueyou can still hear the ancient voice of Agniin a crackle or twoas all the dust settles and only the soulis awake as the owl that hootsin the wee hours at the cremation groundinvoking spirit and God and soul
Ishaisms 
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