High on Music

Two old men... They have seen so much Now they know what beauty is A flawed sliver of purity Once clamped in an oyster But stuck no more. Nothing matters when art itself Divines them with its presence ------------------------------ Kutch singer... A voice like sandpaper Shiny, rough, rich it swishes and tickles cracks, glistens with...

The Origin of Freedom

The first woman walked Where, she did not know The road was empty, dark She was alone A promise was made in that silence I won’t look back To the hurt, the pain I won’t look back To his violence His menacing hand Shall no longer haunt my dreams His vile words Will no longer...

Invisible Sound

The music he plays resounds beautifully in my ears. It is melodious. It is subtle. It is smooth. Just like him. It seduces me to lift myself. I move my limbs to the afterthought of each note. I am flowing water, and nothing in me remains the same. I am motion. A receptacle to the...