Crown Chakra: My Violet

Chakra Series

That Line

A Hindi/Urdu translated poem

Wilted Flower.

Poem XII

A wilted flower I have

Flow like a river

Rivers arise as
little trickles not knowing
where they have to go.

Glass — Hope

A Poem

Glass — Hope

The reality of life.

Sometimes fresh. Sometimes a mess.

Life is not always fresh.

Pew Cue

All too quiet hymn
front row child squeals,”Mama.”
Reminds us of All.