by Prasanta | Oct 6, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, trees
Senescent (adjective) growing old; aging. Cell Biology. (of a cell) no longer capable of dividing but still alive and metabolically active. As in: trees laughing leaves, dropping down on me, floating in the wind. I catch a handful of laughter, toss it back in the air....
by Prasanta | Mar 1, 2018 | Christ, Hope, Jesus, Lent, Poetry, Redemption, Resurrection
Striped I choke on dust, wreckage of world, and my crushed bones of existence. Painful agonies— what breathing soul is exempt from knowing? While the world continues doubling and halving its joys and sorrows, what of souls doubled over? Lines mark days—...
by Prasanta | Aug 27, 2016 | Uncategorized
On the river, anything can happen. A beautiful, picturesque day can quickly turn cloudy. A mistake in boating can result in misery. The river changes; one day, the levels are low, the next day, after a heavy rain, the levels can be high. It is never the same. The...
