When words refuse to come out from my parted lips
And I just stare, or think, be still,
Do something yet nothing physically tangible,
I shall mix in Thee.
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Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest "The pang of separation, the loss of love... A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem." I decided to not end this book and continue it. The central theme is spi...
Be Still
When words refuse to come out from my parted lips
And I just stare, or think, be still,
Do something yet nothing physically tangible,
I shall mix in Thee.
