Aesthetic Blasphemy

My Gods

My Gods wrapped their Gods in soft cloth, When they could not carry themselves, And carried the bundles on their...

On Children

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through...

I'm not afraid when I dance with my shadow

I have been thinking about days, nights, and the interludes. I have been thinking about shadows and darkness. I think...

To be like water

मैं पानी सा होना चाहता हूं, बहते पानी सा नहीं, और न ही ठहरे हुए पानी सा, बस, पानी सा पुलकित हो कर भाप सा, नभ में बादल...

Crumbling

Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays — 'Tis first a...