There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

I remember getting english homework in junior high that guided us to write our own Haiku’s. The example we were given to follow in the 5-7-5 On (or translated as syllables for writing one in English) was : A caterpillar, this deep in fall– still not a butterfly. I didn’t know then that the example we were given was of the great and revered Japanese … Continue reading There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

Delhi – The City of Poets

  In the City of Amir Khusro and Ghalib, where couplets are inscribed in the very air that you breathe, where odes have been written of unrequited love and the pain of  separation from the Divine. It is in that city – Delhi – where the search for satiating one’s heart, mind, body and soul begins with verse and ends in verse. In the shadows … Continue reading Delhi – The City of Poets