It is out of its inherent throbbing joy that white burst into a myriad colors. It is out of its inherent throbbing joy that the land danced and there were highs and lows. As the land was high and low, the colors flowed. And so a grand picture was formed. And the colors loved themselves.… Continue reading But The Colors Could Not See The Grand Picture
Category: .writings
A Blob of Love
a blob of love
squiggly light …
right, wrong and neither
this is right and this is wrong
so you get four out of ten
try harder, come try again …
Seamstress sowing up a dress
Like my mom and nani made
Dresses for me as a child …
Eagle on the satellite
Eagle on the satellite dish is taking some respite peaceful gallant morning sky brought me up to sit and write teeth are waiting to be scrubbed soul is seeking eagle’s flight
laughing buddha tell me how
Laughing buddha tell me how
gay abandon fills you so.
surely something i don’t know. …
words are small pathways
Words are like small pathways.
They take you somewhere and then they themselves fade away, leaving you in the space of that feeling …
you are here
things are scattered in this room
duppatta three, a graphics board
a box of papers, many books –
…
Where Ideas Interconnect
Two days in February, people gather in Goa. Ideas gather in Goa. In total camaraderie, zero competition, zero cynicism.
shining gateways into infinity
My appreciation for language and literature keeps increasing steadily, while I remain constantly aware of the insufficiency of words. Feelings and experiences are like continuous fields that fade …