standing under a chalky cliff
losing myself in blue sky
i felt i’d found eternal drift
and looked a myth in the eye
of beasts and blessed fury wrote
the clouds up high above
they told the tale in drift and float
of angst, and war, and love
oh, such weight did escape my bones
that i felt my feet were slipping
i would have drifted to parts unknown
had i not felt the drift forbidding
Did you hear that tree speak to me?
It did not make an eager plea
to help it step out to the quay
so it could set off ‘cross the sea.
Tree’s don’t dream of mobility,
except perhaps windward to lee.
Trees seek only food and water,
and hold the hope of harmless squatters.
5. Eka Hasta Bhujasana to Astavakrasana
4. Adho Mukha Svanasana to Eka Pada Koundinyasana
Taken at Modhera in Gujarat in September of 2017.
Taken on June of 2015 on Jakhoo Hill near Shimla
Taken in June of 2015 along the Tirthan-Sainj trek route in Himachal Pradesh
I cloned your soul
and put it in a jar.
Sometimes I take it out
but it never goes far.
If, someday, a wind should catch it.
There’d be no way for me to fetch it.
It’d ride the wind
and rise up to the sky.
And we’d finally see
how far a soul can fly.
