Millstone

What is this pain that I bear,

My albatross that doesn't bare.

My heart breaking to pieces

every time it sees the braces

that holds this motley crowd;

Each in its own hell

Living the fire of inferno.

Hanging from my neck

My millstone I carry.

text copyright with Mridula Das

the whirlpool of words: Encased "I"

the whirlpool of words: Encased "I": In the case the 'I' lives called again and again to emerge,enter, and re-emerge; The fire the eternal constant. In t...

Encased "I"

In the case the 'I' lives

called again and again

to emerge,enter, and re-emerge;

The fire the eternal constant.

In the case the 'I' lives

turned again and again

to a 'You' and an 'It';

The other always rules.

The vitals suffer recurrently

in the cage sits the soul-

paining yet healing;

The 'I' emerges to fly

to soar away.

In the case the 'I' lives.

(text copyright with Mridula Das)