The Sea and The Solitary Soul

Quiet, near the sea
But miles away from the crowd
Stands the solitary figure
Whose gaze pierces the depth
The dark sea and the dark night
Appears mysterious and too frightening
But she stands unbaffled and remote.




The dark sea echoes within her
Remote and alluring…
Both are calm.
But with a tumult inside
She is now closer to the sea
Herself the solitary figure
To be one with the sea
To share the isolation
And the alluring mystery

---Bindu Borle

Baby's World

I wish I could take a quiet corner

in the heart of my baby's very own world.

I know it has stars that talk to him,

and a sky that stoops down to his face

to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.

Those who make believe to be dumb,

and look as if they never could move,

come creeping to his window

with their stories and with trays

crowded with bright toys.

I wish I could travel by the road

that crosses baby's mind,

and out beyond all bounds;

Where messengers run errands for no cause

between the kingdoms of kings of no history;

Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them,

the Truth sets Fact free from its fetters.

Rabindranath Thakur