Thursday, July 11, 2013


In you,
morning smells like ragas.
sun smiling soft on my eyes,
breeze cold bringing my soul back to life.

In you,
afternoon sounds like tanpura drone
intoxicating and indelible.
mooing me to sleep.

In you,
evening means incense sticks, 
mud lampsburning coconut coir
and prayer bells.

In you,
nights tastes like silence,
flowing quietly like a river,
slowly burning like ember
like firefiles in power cuts. 


Preetilata【ツ】 said...

Onek onek baar porlam. Still mone hocche jano i want more of it.


Philippa Drake said...

Scintillating imagery.