WRITING
reflections, poems, musings
“I do”
“The other day I married myself.
I dreamt of a golden yellow band with an emerald nestled in its center…”
“Dhruba” (version française)
“Dhruba”
What a minuscule entrance fee
to witness this great artist draw his bow across the strings,
shaping worlds from nothing,
birthing epic tales, roaming great distances,
convincing a setting sun to rise on command.
“On a cold night, we can see forever…”
On Navigating Multiple Energies
Walking the room
Reflections
Tribute to Dhruba Ghosh
“Dhruba always welcomed me with an open heart and taught me to dive deep into my soul, into the grids of ragas and soar high above storms like the eagle. ..”
