At Salsette Island
At Kanheri, The caves were what we always saw Until that day, walking to the top, We saw all of Salsette island, A sprawling city, Topped by a golden pagoda This was the Buddha Of the future: Yesterday’s stone turned to gold Statue turned to stupa While we connected this flow Of time, and space I see monsoon colours in your eyes As you smile, disagree – There need be no continuity, you say We are but specks of loneliness Boats of existence Floating from isle to isle Sometimes, caves of distant past Sometimes, ashes of the Lord We, who cannot feel The streams within us What rivers of time Do we claim to join in this cosmic ocean? Indigo clouds arise Under the moist eyes of the Buddha For a brief moment, You and I, still islands Form an archipelago In the sea of existence… 20 th Jan, 2026 Salsette Island, in Maharashtra, India, is a densely populated island forming the core...
