The sun was setting on the sacred waters of the Ganges as our boat was flowing near the shores of Waranasi.
The smells of burning incense and cremated bodies are…
I saw her at the crease of dawn
in the space between time
where lovers meet.
She moves to the cadence of the morning star,
the song of Venus sweetening the wind.
Being born and raised in one of the most sensitive and unstable regions on earth; religiously, politically, economically and socially, I have always struggled with this burden on so…
I yearned to close my eyes, to dream
Vividely, I stepped in this virtuality
I smiled to it, thought it for real
Waky waky, forced to leave
I got attached to a trailer