Gods

This world, O friend!
has too many Gods,
too few godmen,
and the rest of us,
do we even matter?

 

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Much before.

Much before we spoke,
trees talked with winds.
Dried leaves fell on roads,
stepped upon, they talk,
Was it always a monolog?
.
Much before the Clocks,
time wheeled the same,
it saw, felt, remembered,
and webbed an endless yarn.
Did time imagine reality?
Are we a fairy tale?
Continue reading “Much before.”

Picture of the Day.

Poor beggar, he was so thirsty and someone offered him water.ย Thinking that humanity is still alive he made a cup out of his hands.

It tasted like nectar. “The shot is perfect.”, They left him, thinking what had just happened, yearning for more water.

Now he knewย and he smiled. After all, it was his first photograph.