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A Held Breath
Read more: A Held BreathDense dark day, two sun chairssit on the lawn in the rain.Which stops. A mist comes toroost in the leafy intervals oftrees over-burdened in mid-September. It still seems farfrom turning time. August, where did you go? The waterglobes that are mist hand witha look of permanence. Down thestreet houses go soft in it,color smears on…
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Voyage
Read more: VoyageA voyage across the sea A memorial to lost soldiers Ruined forts, abandoned houses, Nature reclaiming its hand
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August Blues
Read more: August BluesA call for torrential rain A search for answers A happy home Prayers reflected in water
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In exile
Read more: In exileWalking in the mist, you wonderIs this the stuff or dreams or nightmares?How many who lay herecarried the dream of a Free Tibet?Waking to a past, untouched bythe mystics of the dreamcatcherThe grief, walking side by sideOn winding roads of this land,still foreign after all these yearsWhere the Lhamo is reduced to caricaturesIn buildings erected…
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In Pics: The Island God
Read more: In Pics: The Island GodIndian mythology has some fascinating tales. An hour-long ferry from Gateway takes you to Elephanta or the Gharapuri Island, where different forms and facets of Shiva are laid out in vivid detail. The imposing figure of Sadashiva (above) is the tricky one – even at 17-feet, it shows only three faces of the hermit God;…
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A Thousand Mornings 