Vishnu sleeps

Vishnu sleeps Amid an ocean of glistening gems His chest heaves up and down, slowly Like the waves. The waters are gentle and warm And they tease his skin sometimes Making him smile at their playfulness. Vishnu sleeps, above a bundle of anxious nerves He sleeps sheltered underneath the umbrella of a cobra head There’sContinue reading “Vishnu sleeps”

Mothers of the East

Dot on forehead And the red powder along your parted hairs, like a red brick road. The smell of roses, temples, and all things holy, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. The thought of gods and a plate full of flowers for offerings, Held by arms close to your frightened chest; a plate full of hopes and aspirationsContinue reading “Mothers of the East”