By V. Shruti Devi (quill-o-the-wisp)
Avataars is the title i've just given, (right now, in 2014!), to this poem that i wrote in 1998 (on the 20th of November around the time of the Leonid meteor showers).
Heard and dreamt of Meteor Showers
And waited for the storm
which did not reach.
Not here.
But they say
"There's another round
of madness
on it's way.
Be there.
Meanwhile, gaze at the serene purple
Of a safe and hollow night..."
I'll float on starlight yet
and dart as heaven darts
In the cunning guise
Of elemental beings...
But Heaven cannot hide for long
Nor don strange mantles for sport that does not end.
-shruti
Avataars is the title i've just given, (right now, in 2014!), to this poem that i wrote in 1998 (on the 20th of November around the time of the Leonid meteor showers).
Heard and dreamt of Meteor Showers
And waited for the storm
which did not reach.
Not here.
But they say
"There's another round
of madness
on it's way.
Be there.
Meanwhile, gaze at the serene purple
Of a safe and hollow night..."
I'll float on starlight yet
and dart as heaven darts
In the cunning guise
Of elemental beings...
But Heaven cannot hide for long
Nor don strange mantles for sport that does not end.
-shruti
