Faces in the rocks And in the leaves Upon the ground. In clouds they change When passing by Each look A new one found. I see the faces Of all time Held there In nature’s hand.

The first one glows Alone at night A monad in the dark. Then second comes And third and fourth And grows the light. Like fireflies in the sky They dance Creating The painting of the stars.

Just testing the waters. It’s almost here!

Hi, The subject used to be the tag-line for an older, now defunct,  blog on rediff.com. I would like to start writing again and am looking for an excuse to do that. The time difference will be something to watch. Also I am in the…