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Beauty for Ashes
Quenched by thirst for True Love. Did this 👇painting last year, after seeing Souza’s Christ( see below 2nd painting for also, his grand son’s Street graffiti of Goan woman praying?) Art is a language all it’s own. When I’m silenced from society and ask myself what I’m at, is when Painting kicks in. It’s like… Continue reading
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Street Talk
The girl with mud thick eyes? I met her across from where we were 3 floors above, she walked that place like a tigress, she stalked my face every noon as I waited for the school bus. Our daughter was 5, I wanted to shield her from the girls’ eyes, eyes like a well with… Continue reading
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Earth Song
I did not think I was a Song, not in little school, but age 13, a storm hit our bay and the sand went white in the sun that finally came out, that day in the silence, with light falling like rain in my arms and bare feet running out to meet a day without… Continue reading
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Rage
It is there in the seams of us in the hinge of my shadow sitting, of lashed eye in naked street, ‘tween closed border & shut teeth, ..of all the ill we may conceive, this might be the final viral of this age, soul Rage. *** @raylarn FromWhat to do when you’re in a rage… Continue reading
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Intoxicating loneliness
Your ways are Mystery and Wonder. I stand as a miracle myself, we are all miracles in this hour- little footprints of You, in a desert of oceans of nothings: here we are…on the threshold of an intoxicating loneliness. Every move of leaf, bird, human voice, a kiss from the heaven we seek. You are… Continue reading
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Armour of Light
..reaching, sifting, shredding all dark: surpassing everything we know, leading us to Secrets yet to show: You my only eternal Friend, what else is there this wide, this deep, or high: than the endless life of Light? Continue reading
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For you, this April
Inspired by the beautiful LADYSAG77#Momentsofjoy, & every one of you who inspires me to write everyday. May you be strong, and breathe and need little else but wealth of soul~ be persuaded that you are loved by the Father ~ no matter what. May you, may I never stop, nor stoop to believe we were… Continue reading
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Surprise Visitors @April
Images from yesterday’s news refused to leave but this morning a tree full of thumb- sized black birds, white chested (what are they?) they greet with rowdy song… what are they saying? Last week we saw a family of Peacock. I thought it was a whacky dream…. ….glistening blue preening in the few meters between… Continue reading
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Hiding Place
Join me if you will, in a little corner where the heart is. Yes, ….that stair away from the noise, take a seat, pause please, dearest Lord God, here we, fragile, rest awhile. Something asks to shushlistenlook to a restless Earth ; watch Peace like a Sword touch us thru’ mask & glove, slash open… Continue reading
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No, not inside!
My daughter took this pic of me the day before her 25th bday Oct2019. Now its all changed so fast. Did you even know we’d miss our little easy trips in a time when there were no ‘untouchable surfaces’? We grew from ponytails and little shirts to grown up wear & tear. We learned to… Continue reading
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What you see, sees you
Streets, people, trees, blossoms, faces, places, time, family, What you see, sees you- quieting thought that I can effect change, mood, laughter, peace…I am the music of my words, the harbinger of joy, yeah I can re arrange the furniture, heal, reveal a Well Spring of things and streams you & I own deep within,… Continue reading
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Isolation Angels.
I can’t thank life enough for Fellow Angel Bloggers who’s incredible posts keep me believing that this is still the world we knew before ‘Rona virals!! Purple Ray’s ‘Isolation Angel’, + verse here simply had to be shared for its sweet sheer brilliant reminder that we are never alone. Thank you! too Dave of Phoblography… Continue reading
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You are your own brand!
This Post is for anyone celebrating their birthday today, (and everyone else) I have this urge to celebrate you, and offer a tiny prayer too from my son who’s incredible gift is prayer. If you’ve been following posts you’ll know he’s not just blind but recovering from a series of disturbing issues, but this isn’t… Continue reading
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Touched
by what held us all these years: I’m touched, by the power within us that is greater than fear, touched by how new leaf and bud appear, relentless of germs & sickness, they pout at my quick disbelief of personal endurance, Touched, where I am rinsed by storms of cleansing…. I believe you and I… Continue reading
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Today is a Gift only you can unwrap
..a designer Key to unlock gates of iron: Today is that Gift we asked for: tiny seconds tripping together, they warned last night of Dawn, and here we are, 24 hours closer to answers we task for; Today is a Gift of colours we mayn’t notice in sill and (coffee?) swirls, in each others’ eyes,… Continue reading
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Walk Tall into Tomorrow
This one is for the loved ones and those who have succumbed, or might, to Covid & other reasons humans and nations do not always thrive, & too, for those of us who die a thousand deaths in lives that could be be lived out strong, those for whom Love loses Its Light with eye… Continue reading
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Friends contribute.
I just received from the Netherlands, a poem ‘Written v.appropriately; like to share it with you…’, forwarded by my dearest friend and cousin sis. We were The Twins when we were little, as in school- little girls. I wore pig tails, she wore a mop. She was fun and gorgeous, a Beauty with brains, she… Continue reading
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‘What you see outside your window..’
So, no random wheeling around my city. No touching other Humans, Malls, or Theater, stay in! I’m basically a hermit, but when asked NOT to go out, ah the urge – the urge to watch sunset from anyplace else but here. And where are we these days: an entire globe @home? My own window fills… Continue reading
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This too shall pass.
The Story of King Solomon’s Gold Ring. One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.” “If it… Continue reading
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Courtesy of the Cross
I haven’t understood this – as much as I have during this past year: I’ve bitten into Its wood, Its Bleed. Its brutal honesty. How do I identify with It’s utter ‘Insanity‘.. Why did the Christ do what He did, how does It help Humans? When you break thresholds of pain, there is no pretence:… Continue reading
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Stranger than fiction
Thankyou Rochellewisoff @ Friday Fictioneers for this inspiring space every week. Photo Prompt @Ceayr IS LIFE STRANGER THAN FICTION: It is reverse in my dream: earth fills the tap, that bench holding shadows? Nah, shadows hold all; the sky is floor, the earth her roof. When I awake, I am in my skin, no longer… Continue reading
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Corona-Whisperer
We need a Corona- Whisperer, and we need one now: like the fierce Santur Pills our soft voiced aunt had in thumb-sized steel box: bitter herb that scared whooping cough, sneezes, hiccups… tiny round terrors that could cure malingering children of tummy ache before school. Ma just whispering, ‘Sant,’ could bring instant relief… our Santur… Continue reading
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The $120 million Scream
Let me say it out loud, not just because I’m artistically inclined: Art is the Journal of our Times, the Colour of our Decibel: in an environment that might seem to be growing steadily deaf to human existential need, or isn’t it? TOI smashed it with above version of the world’s 2nd most famous painting… Continue reading
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Positively Shameless
Just got this beauty (Pl check details below) from my very talented friend Shilpa W., also performing; if you’re in Bangalore or planning to, do not miss it. (Description*). My guess is, it’s going to be intense, tight scripted with merciless precision to details that must exclude kiddie viewership, though- it just might involve kiddie… Continue reading
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When Panic is an Epidemic.
For Go Dog Go Cafè Writers Masi Kuma rang our door bell, 20 minutes before the 2001 earthquake in the neighbouring State of Gujarat rocked our 5 storeyed apartment building in Mumbai, India. I lugged both our little ones down three flights of stair case, to the one wide-open window over first floor landing. It… Continue reading
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Finding our Edge
“How many sides does a coin have?” I ask eight blind kids in their Creativity room. 7 of them are quiet. There is shyness, diffidence, anxiety in the room. One little girl twists her ribbon to knots. Then there’s Varun (name changed), always in trouble for speaking his mind, for being local ‘Complaint box‘ and… Continue reading
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Flavour of the month
GoDogGoCafè If you zoom in, you’ll see those Lotus low left in tiny pond at Cubbon Park here in Bangalore city. India. Warm warm day, 28 degrees already!– lunch and ice cream in the shade. Too much fun to take pictures, but we got a few. March always feels like sunshine warming herself up from… Continue reading
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Before I could exhale…
His eyes were closed- ofcourse, what’d I expect, Joh was born blind, though Doc Parin (name changed) was looking at him, as if with a search light right to the brain. Then he scrutinised us carefully in that quiet room with nice vase and air conditioning. Warm August, palm tree in his window, fine scent… Continue reading
