Stillness and me

Stillness and me

I was asking myself why Stillness. May be the agitated souls of artists and writers crave for this respite. We have the stillness in cemeteries. We have stillness before the tempests. We have the stillness of deep seas. I find all of them unsettling. Also, stillness...
Stillness and me

Stillness and me

  I go deep in Sinking in The endless fault line Digging in Brittle nerve ends Ploughing in Pointed Ragged edges Deeper still Shuttering my eyes Looking Bellowing Beneath the river of salt Stars, sparkles Glimmerings of meaning Bathing Plunging Diving in Piercing...

Abode of the gods

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Stillness and me

Stillness and me

‘Stillness to me is the lack of a wandering, deviating, oscillating, noisy and chaotic mind. The word makes me picture the smooth surface of a lake, when undisturbed, or the surface of the lake between two ripples. It is that smooth surface which shows you the...