The Walk

By Medha Godbole Singh I walk and walk Till my muscles scream My tendons tear apart I walk and walk Till my thoughts Completely consume me My mind running amuck I walk and walk till My breath gives way And everything around me goes numb I walk and walk Till the voice in my head … Continue reading The Walk

She was Yasodharā …

By Indunil Madhusankha   (Previously published in the PoetryExpressed Magazine) Having granted the Aniyata Vivarana by the Dīpankara Buddha, the Bodhisattva had her by his side in all his innumerable births, aiding him quite enormously as he fulfilled the Pāramitā Born as a Kinnari in the silvery Mountain of the Moon, she wailed unceasingly with … Continue reading She was Yasodharā …