Dinesh's photos

Waiting for Olympic torch run

............................ I said that the leaf may destory the bud; what's fertile falls in fallow soil--a dud; that on the flat field, the unshadowed plain nature spills the seeds of trees in vain. I sit by the window. Hands lock my knees. My heavy shadow's my squat company. My song was out of tune, my voice was cracked, but at least no chorus can ever sing it back. That talk like this reaps no reward bewilders no one--no one's legs rest on my sholders. I sit by the window in the dark. Like an express, the waves behind the wavelike curtain crash. Excerpt: "I sit by the window" ~ Joseph Brodsky

I'M TOO POOR TO VOTE REPUBLICAN

"We love the things we love for what they are." Frost

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness - Kahlil Gibran