Darkness isoften, not the absencebut the blinding presence of light.The colours of creation consolidatedand gifted to night,that heals the marks, the scars,the injuries, the wounds,Gathered through time.  There, reside the roots of existenceThere, lie the seeds of CreationThere, rest the wordsin the lap of infinite silenceThere unites death with life.In the dark of nights,in the name of dreamsInto our ears,

The Poems:   Truth  I have walked very long  on the rocky bed of time  In my effort to excavate truth many times, I have fallen  into the pit  where truth sits complacent refusing to be rescued,  Since for truth, earth is trivial.    Many times I have fallen  Into bottomless depth.  And defying death  I have risen on my