Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

August 14, 2010


Down the hill of Sanchi
Steps lead to monks quarters
Kadamb and wild Henna scent the air
Green and still stand the ancient waters.

Lights are lit in the town below
As cows and herders head home
Old stones speak so eloquently-
Of timeless glory of days bygone.