A stone ,in flight,set into motion,
shooting out through a dust cloud,
kicked up by a wheel of peace,
Slow motion, a liferaft safe in cohesive air,
greenery on the window pane.
Shells of holy smoke,intruders come and go,
spaced out,reaching an outcome,
somewhere in between a worry and a scene,
its filling up,cup to lip, song to soul,
a drench, a stone in place.
* dedicated to a trip to the tibetean settlement in Kushalnagar with Hemant
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This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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- Nithin Kasmikandy
- This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
1 comment:
That was a peaceful trip mate.
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