Stillness in Turmoil

While everything around me whirls and storms, I remain grounded. In the middle of all the turmoil Of all the intense energies and emotions, When it’s all just so dark, I cannot see anything, cannot touch or hear. I think about you, My heart feels your love. And I get clarity. With no pause between

Nationalistic Rite

I suffer from the conflagration in my mind, Should I stay on the side of dissent? Or should I dive in the stream of the contemporary nationalistic rite? I worry that someday the reflections of my youth may pass me by, Like traces on the car window, Driving at 120 on the freeway, Haunting me,

Words

Dying embers. Wild flames. Twenty-six letters. A thousand names. Scratches on paper. Slender frames. Young words. Ancient games Wither and fade, Into an insipid blur. But with some Rhyme, Alliteration, Assonance, And consonance, Forming a battalion of lines And stanzas, Winning hearts, And breaking too. Leaves their mark. Forever. – Mahesh Mali. Copyrighted © 2017–18

Magical Step

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