Listen to life..There is no strife. Lovingly share from the heart Wondering about its art Together Seeing .. Not seeking Possibilities of co-creation In the midst of conflict Of the verse in the midst of What’s adverse Of the song, the voice in the middle of the noise Because .. Deep inside it all Lies […]
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The 2012 To-Do List…
And it is going to be a brand new year soon and therefore, here’s a new list of things for you to do. I ask you to do them because I have the authority to, having done them myself. Get past your boundaries. Real freedom lies one to-do list away. – Talk to a tree, […]
Exhale Your Stress
Stress should not be added to stress. In fact stress can be used as a driving force to solve any issue at hand. A lot depends on the way in which one perceives stress. Stress should be understood as a sign to prepare oneself to solve an existing problem so that it does not become a […]
Blue Nail Colour
Once in every while, you should remember the things you did and liked long, long ago. When you were younger than you are now. I remember how my first nail colour was a shade of lavender with glitter. And then a shade of blue with little sparkly stars inside. 10 years hence, when I see […]
The List…
Life is short and there is so much to do. Life, like a lover, is drawn towards death. But there is so much that I need to do still. I need to restart that painting which I had left half done and I hope to write a couple of poems after having returned from the […]
Choices…
She, the immaculate Marianna Sharon Joseph could barely stand the sight of herself. She looked like something the dog had dragged in. She switched on the light to see if it made any difference… but no, she still looked like someone else… someone else who had lost a child. The thought brought on a cramp […]
Delimited Existence?
I see a 15 or 16-year-old adolescent. I observe her facial features – droopy, flickering eyes, her body language – waving, abrupt gestures while laughing, legs in careless disarray while sitting, and her speech – impulsive and uncertain, at times ignorantly rude. I observe her clothing – undersized. Glaring pink and orange top paired with […]
A Long Night
10 PM. Our day has just started. Things don’t look too cheerful; there is a dingy slum, right before our eyes. The street light has a habit of illuminating all the things you don’t want to see, like a child defecating on the kaccha pavement. The auto passes leaving us in the throes of black […]