Two Fourteen Liners
Yesterday’s Curse
When scary scarlet night was ferocious
A fat red buffalo, with unblinking eyes,
Lifting its tail, charged in the grim forest;
Even as mirky river in spate roared with malice,
Thunder and storm swelled on reckless waters,
Kinked evil shouted shrill te deums of genocide;
Blight in stomach, heartless rictus in swollen chest,
Prompted by smuggled agents of rash falsehood,
With stolen passports in their shirt pockets,
Certain of entry they arrived at the wharf
Even prepared to bribe immigration office;
From crooked lips of yesterday gushed a curse:
“All shall be destroyed, future obliterated.”
Oh, smile of the Lord in an inverted mirror!
The Translucent Crystal
A many-hued cöel sang in the woods
And a flock of orange birds escorted
The wind, fragrant with flowers of joy;
Rustle of green leaves, inaudible whisper,
Stirred imagination in the smiling garden;
Honeybees pranced from bud to blossoming bud
That had drunk the morning’s pink dew;
Silence loaded with music entered the lyre,
Word in its rhythm the inexpressible;
Dance and dancer joined in one thrilled sauter;
Invocation reached the felicitous sky
And, embracing yet another surprised wideness,
It started descending in Rapture’s fame;
With golden light gleamed the translucent crystal.
13 August 2026
Featured Image: Crystal in the Inner Chamber of Matrimandir
Inner Chamber


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