Wednesday, March 17, 2010


I am feeling so joyful at the moment. In this bountiful Empress year, I offer you the first story I have written. I have co-written this story with my dear friend, Shivo. I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Here is the link

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The De (Structuring) (5 of wands)

I had a five of wands moment today and was inspired to write this poem.
The De (Structuring)

Deep rooted sentences struck flowered phrases
Frustrated pleas thundered on passive pauses
Scribbled frenzies crossed resigned sighs
Tortuous chats punctuated with warring emoticons

But we had yearned
to capture an essence
to manifest a dream
to reveal a past bookmark
to channel love
to construct a temple
to welcome the Goddess

Effortless was our love, why not our creation
Seamless was our love, why not our vision
Your ink was to flow through my veins
My poems to scent your frame
Divinely ordered, humanly obeyed
In heaven shaped, on earth shattered

Gifted wood with shooting darts
A synchronized stage for rising stars
Those flames kindled in us
But I didn’t acknowledge yours
You didn’t recognize mine

We were ordained
to start the “Raas”
Alas, we had strayed
away from “Maharaas”

Raas: a spiritual cultural Indian folk dance played with sticks.
Maharaas: a state of divine transcendental love between Lord Krishna and his Gopis. The gopis were able to sink in that state when Lord Krishna played "raas" with them.

Poetry Slam

Inspired by Beth Owl's post (, I too want to participate in the Brigid poetry slam. So I am posting one of the poems I wrote in India this December.

Here goes

The Song of the RiverValley

The starry night has descended
the luminous moon arrives
the fragrant raat rani whispers
the perennial romance of
the river and the valley

the passionate kiss of the sun
melts the pure virgin snow
the joyful river conceived, the valley cradles
longs to merge with the ocean, her source
longs to be her path, her guide
so he may taste the ocean again
so she may be fulfilled again
so they may be love again

he holds her in his heart
he places his love on her heart
kisses, embraces, bows, blesses

the silence of the valley flowers in her heart
her dancing bells echo in his ears
she wildly courses through him
touchs touched
by every stone, pebble, rock
in his embrace, her course is set
in his kisses, her fate is met
no stone left untouched, no drop left untransformed

this course is blessed
her movement, his depth
dancing the lovers kiss again
at His feet, meet again
Rejoin. Rejoice. Reborn.
This perennial dance of rivervalley song.