Rendezvous with the slumbering Earth

Boulders. Formed of violent, raging, molten earth. Boulders. Stacked to form mountains. Water. Trapped in the stacked boulders forming springs and streams. Space. Between the boulders. Cool, Comforting, Accommodating, Dark  may be Daunting. Light. Filtered by the Boulders and Space. Appearing dusky, like a Day Twilight. Together, waiting. Waiting for people to enter, explore and…

TG Travels part 2

The hunt for phone card got me nothing. But I got familiar with the floor plans on level 2 and level3. One need to re-do security check every time to enter level 3 or 4 from level 2. That too I found out. Finally found a phone that gave a 00189 number for international calls,…

Para-sailing at Hoskote

HAWK Next to its mirror in the pines a hawk looks first at itself, then turns to scan the undergrowth and after long meditation loosens the scaffolding inside its wings and leaves its image behind on the glass. Wanting to be a Hawk. – Can only parasail for now. The poem by David Chorlton always brings…