Birds of the Courtyard

Where have they gone - the birds of the courtyard - that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys set them aflutter? Do you remember how they descended from their glorious aerial abode to the courtyard, in warm gratitude for the host, delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings -…

Make Mischief

The night sky conspires and the playful stars make mischief a purple evening is unveiled glimmering, sparkling beyond belief! Clouds carpet their airy domain as lamps beam for the lovers to behold the iridescent moon that welcomes them their eyes lit, lit like their souls... And then the rain does shower in sonatas sweeter than…

The Sun and the Mountain

He loved her like the sun loves the mountain... she was part of a hard and cold belt, he kissed her peak, her fear and pain, and in his touch, she did melt. And when in his touch she did melt, clear and bubbling did her rivers flow, for the true love and bliss that…

The Wind and the Tree

In the days of old, on an isolated icy mountain, far up the Northern belt of a place that now boasts only of ruins, of debris, of poetry - of the essence of a great love that once existed; a great battle, that once was fought; and the low, pining rustling of the suspicious, secluded,…

THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE

Today I heard the cooing of a dove… in the same melodious sing-song way as that blessed hour when I had heard one three years ago in that Winter’s morn… The chilly mists rose up the towers, with a vague warning, signaling ‘twere better one kept the windows shut; for one’s submission unto the damp…