Tragedy is:
if one loves you first,
then another,
then another...and another...and another
and you too love...and love...and love...and love
...and love...

When my heart is torn,
my Beloved,
why do you still remain
so cruel?
Sakhi,
when will you come so that we can be one?
When will my suffering in this world end?

I

grieve

for

you,

my

love,

that -

two green

neem leaves

fallen from different branches

of the same tree -

we

remain

estranged

still;

turning

yellow,

brown,

and dry.

See my horses

running wild and free

Who can tame me

or any of them?

See my mane

streaming in the wind

The thunder of our hooves

receding

across the plains.

See my tears

falling down my cheeks

at what could not be

held in place.

See my horses

wild and free

See them running

against the wind

scattered now

to four ends

Continental drift

Can it be ( Read more... )