Our journey begins
with large Peruvian jars
filled with autumn leaves
of hopes and dreams
buried deep
under the impure sands
of our daily lives.
And as we sit on our beach
contemplating
sharing the little space that we have
seashells echo
the intermittent whispers
from a fisherman's old radio.
And all consciousness
is held together
by a dark strand of music
as we float
across a serene amethyst-violet sky.
-- Harish Suryanarayana
Sandya and Bheeshu, congratulations and wish you a delightful married life. (June 21st, 2010)
