RealPrimalConnection

  " I counted my years and discovered that I have less time to live going forward than I have lived until now. I have more past than fu...

On the throes of death, the poet finds death neither alien nor frightening. Death is that lover he knew all along in life, coming again in ...

Sometimes I do not write for months on end. There are ideas and thoughts floating in and out of the mind but nothing takes shape or form. T...

For over a decade, I have lived the seasons alongside the wild geese; always aware of their powerful presence, preening in the ponds,...

One evening sitting by the shore and gazing at the  horizon where the azure sky meets the ocean, the poet Subramanya Bharati invites the el...

As deep the despair of winter, so high is the exuberance of the summer in this part of the world.  I flow with the summer taking in the hea...