Monday, August 23, 2010


Long ago in one Monsoon
raindrops rolled
on my feather soft dreams
like droplet of pearls
and in one sea shell I heard
the endless music of Sea
Years ago  in one morning of August
I dreamt of one wild forest
where I encountered dreams
poem like
in formless modules
From the very beginning of my origin
I searched for a word
in nectar
to find it emerging from Kshirasagar
In lotus
In one golden bowl
dream like
And I forgot my silence
to words.

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