Black-necked cranes

It really?A person interested inMusic, art and literatureAnd living in an informal way,Ignoring the accepted valuesTaken for granted normally.

The sub-consciousness,The consciousness,Id, ego, super-egoConditioning human behaviour.

Got the light from,The glowworm fascinatingWith its glow and glimmerGiving the star twinkleOf the starry night illusionsSo bespectacled and illuminating?

With the hands foldedTo the Dark ElementAnd brooding aboutNot sure ofSomething conjured uponThe mind’s plane.The Dark LegAnklettedStood beforeAnd thereafter the Dark Divine,The Dark Form of the Motherly Divine,Mother Kali in a Dark Form,The Dark Goddess,The Dark DivineTesting through supernatural presence.

To Tibetan PlateauTo Mongolia, Russia,The yaks,Long-haired bovidsWith the long, dense furHanging overAnd with the sturdy legsThe shortish lambish yaksSo beautifully hued.

As a fatigued traveller,A passer-by on the starnge path of life,And near the tree halted and paused ITo ask you about the pathway end.It grew dark and the birds started chirping,I struggled and looked through the bamboo bushesThe eyelashes of yours,Sad and wet,The voice choked withAnd you retreating to your hamlet.