Wings of steel screeched past feathers deriding thunder lightening cloud trudged message of yaksha stowed in driblets
Life is too brief for dreams for fancies technology has effaced stretches exile fashioned armor on flesh darted through
Woven with fingers of metallic giants jaded with concrete glazed with tar opaque purdah covers visage of history wind had blurred footsteps already
Present has no time to tangle with past wait for future pushes off as hog shoveling dirt onto chronicle mules crawled from under
Horses are swifter
Hooves by the hundreds thousands pounded the breast of earth eager to emulate wind reverse the tide of loincloth armor forged with warmth of blood of life magical spells of affection
Weavers watched with awe
Alexander descended to bow monk in nude enthralled deluge of legions curtain of dust veil of time not thick enough to stifle all imprints
Earth has embraced steps culminating in leaps more giant than forged on moon men have walked Buddha Gandhi
Grumbled the steel horse wheels rolled, bugle sounded melody vibrated air Yamuna flows slowly eternally upstream streamed reminiscences fingers that fiddled with flute had held reins steering horses sang Gita chariots had rolled, bugles had sounded
Mantle of greatness has descended to adorn the fallen chetak by river, queen in fields of Jhansi Padmini in fort adorned with powder fire thundered to propel in time tales of defeat of marching legions
Fields garbed in choonar dancing pubescence in flesh urged multicolored sprinkle of affection, of love
Present has no time to revel in present in narcissistic tangle
Stretch of sugarcanes sundered life in flesh in carriage thrust his head neck buttocks feet dirt road bestowed affable smile
Suddenly in twilight it dawned this was not first had journeyed before
