a night when the gods appeared blurred
heavens intoxicated with
fermented nectar
and angels danced till dawn
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
a night when the gods appeared blurred
heavens intoxicated with
fermented nectar
and angels danced till dawn
SONYA KASSAM 
…and when poetry was born! :)
When was this? You got the rains already?
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:))
Yes, we got the rains, though not the full season.
This was an unintentional photo, came out all blurred. I wonder if you can recognise anything familiar?
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Is that a murti of Radha-Krishna in the background?
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Yes! But not Radha…he was a companion/friend of Krishna’s?
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Sudama? … Rukmini was his wife
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His friend who was so poor he had little to offer Krishna to eat? Yes, maybe.
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Yes, he gave him some of his poha to share. Or could it be Narsingh?
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BTW, how is your Hindi / Urdu? If I were to refer something to you?
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Not great but I’m sure I can manage. Please do refer.
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Oh, great. Mailing offline, if you’ll check, pls? Many thanks in advance :)
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this.
Perhaps we may all experience this intoxication one day, followed by a fresh sobriety.
All good wishes,
robert
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Perhaps, Robert.
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I can only say WOW!
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Thank you!
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such a great and inspiring post! thanks for sharing)
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I’m so happy to know you found it inspiring, and Karibu (welcome) to my blog :)
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thank you))))
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It is a very interesting poem, I cannot imagine a blurred heaven, I guess it’s possible with the consumption of fermented nectar. Angels had a great time, didn’t they? :)
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I’m sure they did, Ranu! Thanks :)
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