I am in quest of …
Remembering old ticks of sorrow and joy
I won’t be in search of that aged me, timepiece
Looking for another in famed antique shops;
That one has melted and become a puddle
Of spoilt milk in which archaic children swim;
Imagination bathes with the hope to fly
In thick oddity of a sky with blue wings.
I am in quest of tomorrow’s timeless clock
Celebrating rhythms of prosperous spheres
With hurries that wear anklet-bells of silence
For soul and spirit and nature jubilant
In music and dance for victory over fate;
The tangent that had stolen the apple
Causing loss of Paradise is now Madame’s smile.
10 August 2026
Featured Image: In my garden a fifty-feet vine with pomegranate-shaped pink flowers. The Mother names it Harmony in the Vital: “To harmonise the vital is a psychological masterpiece. Happy is he who accomplishes it.”
Antigonon leptopus Hook. & Arn., Polygonaceae
Coral vine, Confederate vine, Mexican creeper, Chain of love


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