Rashminder Hargis
Bio
Creative Free Spirit chasing a new perception everyday. Weaving thoughtforms in poetry and telling stories that I catch while fishing in the ocean of observations. Exploring all things hidden about human nature.
Stories (8/0)
The Phallus & The Snake
Birth and rebirth blaze from the flames of a deep red instinct. A force is stirred in the lucid ground of existence, the luminescent silence is interrupted and a dim-lit dream yearns to be consecrated with the wand of creation. It arises in the service of its master, the phallus being called one more time, to seed a tree of life. The snake uncoils itself from the knot of sleeping desires, ready to enter the flesh and awaken the thunderbolt of the union.
By Rashminder Hargis3 years ago in Poets
My Dear Red
I have seen you in many shades, in valentine cards, in dangling earrings, in a silk scarf, a bouquet of flowers or just an old half used pencil. I always loved how you made me feel, alive and kicking…as if emerging from a womb. You were no doubt my favorite. Only time I didn't want to see you was through a wound, mine or others.
By Rashminder Hargis3 years ago in Poets
Owl is Well!
The valley was lit with the full moon's light and covered with a blanket of silence that was a signature of winter nights in this quiet countryside. The giant hay bales appeared like golden nuggets in the vast field which was otherwise barren, awaiting its sowing season.
By Rashminder Hargis3 years ago in Humans
