I like darknesses. Darknesses reduce shapes to shadows. The let the mind wander. I can paint trees any colour, give flowers any scent. I can put faces on clouds, draw shapes among the stars. There are no boundaries, none greater, none smaller, all are equal in the dark. I love the silence of the dark, its sense of ending, and a beginning to come. In the dark, I am free. Published in Poetic Prism 2015 Multilingual Anthology of Poetry , ed. E Sivanagi Reddy & Padmaja Iyengar; The Cultural Centre of Vijayawada, Vijayawada, 2015.
The message is supreme;
Born in the heart,
and lilting itself
from tongue to tongue,
throwing its scent
over wind and wave;
travelling on dots
or fingers
when blindness
or silence bar its way.
It hews itself into stone
or burns itself onto magnetic discs;
it is the message that lives
and I exist
solely to pass it on.