golden shadows-shadows golden under the sun

An insane poet rejoices in lazy wanderings. Believes that- besides a wailing river, a wandering poet rejoices. I live in India, a Hindu by religion. Pens every thoughts that breeds another thought and goes on and on. My first poem A TREE DIED INSIDE ME was published in a newsdaily, The Statesman from Kolkata in the year 2005. My best of the lot I have ever written is the poem GOLDEN SHADOWS with this starting line- My shadows are getting smaller and smaller to a drop of a spherical black. I hope I have put what I endured and felt throughout. A poet has nothing a lot to say. He lives in his thoughts and dreams. I do follow that path and will do so forever.