out there somewhere is a river not yet named a mountain slowly rising no eyes upon it still, no sense knows of its being a sand dune unseen simmering deep in the green below under the swaying blue breathes a creature i don’t know uncatalogued, not turned into a species no not yet not yet a river flows from your eyes a mountain rises in your heart sand shifts through your veins something remains never to be known…
i took this picture to send it to the landlord’s agent, so she’d understand why i was asking for a couple of shelves in my cupboard. i am worried that my sarees stacked, as you can see almost forty sarees high, will get ruined if i leave them like that. it’s already been two years. i hadn’t meant to write anything when i took the shot. though i have to say, i found it interesting. amitabh bachchan sang the national…