The Joy of Writing

Like a pilgrim cloud drifting in space and time..

The peacock of the mind dancing.. The horses running.. The swan wandering..

The birds of thoughts waiting to be let free..

Like the pouring of rain.. Like steam condensing to droplets.. Like water freezing to ice..

A moment of Joy and Liberation..

Regarding the tag line.. Read this bit on Bhoja Raja’s time of abundance, and was quite fascinated.

An ordinary weaver was enquired by a skeptical visiting ambassador, if he could compose. Hurriedly the weaver utters mighty praises of Raja Bhoja and says.. Sir, A busy day awaits. I shall take leave.

I write.. I weave.. I walk.. कवयामि.. वयामि.. यामि..