Sunday, July 1, 2012


I do not remember clearly;

was it Belgium or Srilanka?

Or maybe Himanchal

Or else in my dream

I saw Buddha

sitting in a giant wooden structure

like an altar, perhaps,

with a make belief tree branching out behind,

eyes peaceful

but a mourning in the incline of the lips.

The knees are blackened

by the candles lit by devotees,

a piece of stone had broken near the palm

and nails hammered on his elbow for some repair work;

the feet chapped and scratched

maybe while cleaning

or by some naughty children.

He almost looked like Jesus Christ;

and the branches behind Him

reminded me of the hands of Lord Shiva.