A piece of writing has to be about something. But why? I and my wrist just like going for a trot on paper, riding on a pen. Some like to have an array of shoes, some, an array of cars. I cherish the array of textures of pen moving on paper. My favorite being smooth,… Continue reading Riding on Amazing Technology
Author: vani
Unnecessary Happiness
“I am a solidarity person”, she said. What a beautiful thing to say and be! I had rung her up only because I needed to hug someone. When I am feeling “unnecessary happiness”, my natural way to express it is to hug someone. Normally my Mom is the recipient of these hugs. She is used… Continue reading Unnecessary Happiness
Jeevan Deep
Jeevan Deep there is a light burning in me in the darkness burning bright calm steady in the storm. not triumphant; conquered, no – this light of my being brightens up the world. through drops of water sunrays filter forming a rainbow many-hued and these rays onto the earth make flowers bloom of many hues… Continue reading Jeevan Deep
An unusual friendship with a zinda-dil lady
There is a lady in Udupi who happened to be my maid there. We also happened to become friends. We used to go around together – she, her daughter and son (if he was in town) and I, sometimes to the beach, or Venugopal temple, or Manipal Lake, or Domino’s Pizza. Piggybacking on my friendship… Continue reading An unusual friendship with a zinda-dil lady
This Expansive Silence
What do I have in me that is of value, that I feel is worthy of being shared with the world? All that I feel is of value in me, a bouquet of thoughts and experiences, ever taking shape, ever fading away, some staying longer than others, they all distillate into a single feeling –… Continue reading This Expansive Silence
experiencing my self
There is a me who lives with me A very loyal companion Very kind and often quiet This me I can depend on to always be with me however I may feel, I may behave It will quietly sit with me No matter what is going on It will never separate from me This is… Continue reading experiencing my self
Can A Poem Be Lonely?
A poem can be about loneliness but can a poem be lonely? Yes. A poem is lonely if it is not read. A poem is lonely if it is not acknowledged. A poem is lonely if it wants to be read but does not give of itself to be read. Poems are often introverts. To… Continue reading Can A Poem Be Lonely?
Calling The Dark Night, on the City Diwali
Oh! Dear Night Sky Moonless Black Come back, come into my life Hold me in your dense dark womb Nourish me with your naked wisdom My heart cries out for you today My eyes are chained to frenzied light Ears drum with screams of celebration Oh! Night Sky embrace me now in your Silence that… Continue reading Calling The Dark Night, on the City Diwali
Born for One Reason
Often when I encounter you
It seems to me that I was born
For one reason – to love you …
Experiencing Durga in Others
It is easy to be judgmental of the world and people around us. Often we have strong opinions – this is what he/she should do/think. Well then, so here we are. another very fertile opportunity.