here under these blaze of brilliant sunshine
I lived life without you blissfully
Strangers were friendly and helpful
Rather then my own
So I find this universal meaningfully beautiful
All the way for miss india
Lost in airport
taxiwalas trying to dupe me-a lonely girl never helpless
a born warrior
I smile over their blunder
those long lost kashmiri family in self exile,
a space in the taxi with the family-we spoke of love and happiness-peace
I could sense their life was bleeding
somewhere I guess noida sector 54 or 56,
I can visualise their beautiful home-I still love you all
trying to gather grains of time gone
in trains, on bus, trakking
spiritual quest to shirdi, shani skuleswar,
birth place of the son of wind-hanuman
with girish, sachin, ashish television went down they prayed for all the television stars…
they were godly
thanks my dearest friend
I look like the bird peacock
in peocock blue kanchivaram wedding silk saree
dancing in the dark green deep forest
watching the film in goa film festival
kanchivaram every human film
global festival of human music
mantra from my guru
played the broken flute
Wrapped in the wind blowing blissfully
Body draped in white kanchivaram silk saree
I felt like a white dove
then as an angel wraped in white clouds of peace
I am closing my eyes
For I donnot want that lingering black cloud
For still the devil’s triangle exist
I don’t want to bleed anymore
I donot want to see anything black
Waiting black to fade out
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