A canvas half-painted and abandoned A story half-written and left incomplete A poem begun and not taken to the end A life half-lived seeks completion
My snake-self
1 My name is Nagesh, and I sometimes turn into a snake. I recall the first time it had happened, I was seven years old then, jolted out of sleep by a nightmare I can only faintly recall now. There were many men and something was burning, or was it me that was burning? It… Continue reading My snake-self
This pain is not of this life
The pain this heart carries Is not of this life The tears that flow from these eyes Have been flowing for eons and more These clouds that gather around us They usher in that primeval darkness That always comes at their wake Wherever they go This pain is not of this life And these tears… Continue reading This pain is not of this life
One step at a time
Walk with me for a moment One small step at a time And before you know we would have walked all eternity Moment by moment One step at a time Not as prisoners of eternity But as free children of time.
The Cosmic Dance
Day after day Night after night The cosmic dance Unfolds and plays How fascinating it is That every tiny speck here Owns the universe And imagines the rest As floating around it In time and space Where every point is the centre And the centre is everywhere The whole is the same as its parts… Continue reading The Cosmic Dance
And glide…
What would I not give To be a majestic kite Soaring up into the heights Of the pinkish blue sky And feeling the wind beneath me Keeping me afloat as I glide... And glide... And glide...
Oh Orpheus!
If only you had had a little more faith, Orpheus I was walking right behind you If only you had had a little more faith, Orpheus I was coming from the underworld to join you. That fateful moment When overpowered by doubt You sealed our fates By turning your head— I can’t help but think… Continue reading Oh Orpheus!
A tangle of thoughts
Nothing is more fascinating to watch Than a human wrapped up in the tangle of his thoughts Who tortures himself endlessly with his half-cooked beliefs Of what has been, what is, and what could come to be Who can’t seem to get over a painful bitter hurt Who can’t let the past go for the… Continue reading A tangle of thoughts
The Incorrigible Mosquetty
Bite, suck, feed. Bite, suck, feed. Welcome to the world of my friend— The Incorrigible Mosquetty. He hovers and hovers Always looking to uncover His vampirish fangs And dig them deep under my skin I tell him, go away, you sucker But he wouldn’t listen He would be much rather An awful itch A pain… Continue reading The Incorrigible Mosquetty
Weaving dreams
Sheer and gossamer are the threads with which I weave Countless dreams around me day and night That no one else can see. And like a lonely spider Suspended on my web of dreams I lie patiently awake at night Waiting for reality to pass by me. Almost everyone I know really can’t see The… Continue reading Weaving dreams
Nehaan 