inderjit …
@inder · 4:53
spoilt for choice and some poems
Crow song, bird, symphony, starblink fresh rose fragrance in the gentle breeze. And then there's a street light which falls so beautifully on the papaya tree. In the front lawn, the streetlight papaya tree that's swaying drunk on oneness my consciousness rushes out the window and dissolves into this with each inhale and exhale cells in my body. A bald room bathed in ecstasy. My DNA strands twirling in fresh baked delight are what infinite promise the day begins to hold. What infinite promise the day holds