Mystery Hindi Poems

Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I
I am with Liberty
At least I was
Until 2019, before the Virus
Now as in puerile freedoms
(Just words, not many will sacrifice for;
Most people go along, as...

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I am strange—so strange
that I self-destructed and don't regret it.
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch

The wound is deep—companions, friends—embrace me!
What, did you not even...

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What Love Is This

When I first saw your face
I knew you had some grace
-	I did not know how much

Having seen you, I also knew
You were...

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It's a mystery I can't put my finger on.
A papercut under the skin.
Where has the truth gone?
Where did this world begin?
The pulpit reads the same...

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In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of...

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