Brushing aside thick, rustling foliage,
I shuffled through critical ordeals,
Amidst obscurities in a black forest,
Following a ray,
...
You who created the spring
Created winter too.
You who created the rainforests
...
The day I picked up a peacock’s plume
And painted the clouds in the orchid colours -
I borrowed from heaven’s palette,
I felt you were right there holding the brush with me
...
Every time I close my eyes
A white owl flies by,
Across the blue firmament
In cloudy daylight.
...
With a smile I embrace
Every single stress
You’ve caused me
My love.
...
I saw a white lotus bursting open
To shoot out another white lotus from within,
Which blossomed to emerge yet another.
...
Against an expansive green wall
Of finely pruned foliage,
I saw myself standing all alone
At the bend of a metal road,
...
This morning I saw a crow -
Desperately pecking
At its reflection upon the mirror;
Trying in futility
...
Why does a shadow
Lead me to Light?
The sun - lost and recovered
...
My persecutor
Is my redeemer;
Not knowing - how he redeems.
Sometimes ……….
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