paurastaya - the lost realm.

Although apparently silent, was allchaotic inside the womb of the forest. At the late night, a faint moan of young woman whispered in the misty air...

Man-made images hinder

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] How can we worship One unseen? No man-made idol-image can ever nourish true esteem – distortion is an...

Poem for the Pragmatic Pacifist

Funny how we are all led to believe the pen is mightier than the sword...there's a few places in the world where people would laugh at that one.

Time Flies

May is past, June’s ahead – last week’s Radio Times is dead –(or maybe not quite, somethings there still are catchable on air in the stores of...

The Mirror in front of you

There’s no point in wishing on a star When you realise how far It is from the ground to the sky There’s no point in asking questions If every answer...

Not In Service

I often pass buses travelling to or from a depot and imagined them as a modern day Charon who crossed the Styx...

Pentecost Sunday (a week ago)

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] … Whoever could expect that God to our created mind be fully understandable? – our thoughts are too confined.


Selfish people think I am Others think we are The bigots snarl – they are I think we are But I Betrayed the us In me When I singled out And labelled...