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Cucooned in a Praying
over and over, consumed, ejected, wrapt in a trap, shunned, broken, breaking, the spin of death, shredded, cold, hot, drenched in the ice vice grip of hurt, betrayal of our own sense, all defence taken, shaken off every last foothold, look – no feet, just a core convoluting, gone, arriving in new, formless shapelessness, the… Continue reading
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Favourites?
Hard to say. Anne Mogi was Chemistry teacher. I hated the Subject, but Mogi had drama. She made the formula of Chlorine smell like a cleaned up river! And Math of Ms. Kini- I secretly felt she could terrify God, with her hatred for anyone who didn’t know what 2356855×78754 +4543÷993 was. I got closer… Continue reading
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Unseen untouchable moments
..walking on water, sitting in the heart these moments of talking, talking to God. Continue reading
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“… if you think adventure is lethal try routine…”
“You can misunderstand this, ya?” The eyes are bright. I breathe deep and say nothing as our coffee steams in the chilly noon. “Ray, I’d die of boredom without some excitement, see…” I want to kick him. ‘Courage in the face of danger,‘ that’s what he looks like now and its messing my heart. It’s… Continue reading
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three years closer
To the Light that sows me….knows me like no other, woven in grace, an earth spinning, around a sun I try figure. Here I am though, more enabled than a universe,: what insane miracle is that – What Love is that, that’s sewn me in Him, in Him, closer, every passing moment Visual assistance :… Continue reading
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A holiday with God
a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions, a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us, I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain… Continue reading
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Let November walk right in and tell you a secret
Laesa has eyes ripe as stars in the velvet sky at midnight. She is this beauty in my sill- crushed a little, worn, drying out the chill before dawn Lasea (my flowers) cannot hear unless we speak out loud, and I’m talking of external words. What Laesa hears, for real, are the things humans speak… Continue reading
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Three worded Letters
“What principle?” Bojai grins. He knows one thing and it runs like a contagion in the family he adopts that month: be Selfless, Serve, Love I’m not feeling very generous today but Boj ignores my sulk. He puts others first. Later he might tell me like it is, his words will fall like steady rain… Continue reading
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Harmony
It sits cautious. Unwelcome, afraid to upset our tempers: Harmony. memoir of field song, forest sepal, petal of the sun: harmony you Poet in the wilds I’d play you a harp of chords, right here in this Earth-season ripe – for pain. Harmony I’d create you, like a long awaited child, stash you in shelves,… Continue reading
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October day #5, already?
I said a Prayer for you today! My aunt Bess sends a prayer every day, and often I cannot reply, or send an emoji, but it feels so good to know she’s there, contemporary of my parents now gone, but she’s here, her mind an oasis of peace. Today I’d like to pass a Prayer… Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m… Continue reading
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Colours of the Heart
Do check ‘Mere Inkling: Colors-of-heaven & CS Lewis,’ not a casual read, it provokes sensories. What’s heaven like- what are we ? What Divide binds us together? What Great Divorce reverses our cataracts with Lens that sees thru’ all blindness? “Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth” C.S.Lewis. The great divorce QUOTES – Prasanta Verma.com… Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet,… Continue reading
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there will be haters
“… love them…” Nj says. He has that capacity*. Am thinking that’s the greatest city there is. That city* glowing embers in the eyes of a human that’s seen the good, bad, ugly but chooses Peace. Karina…her thin fine lips holding back discontent; when I was a kid she found reason to tear up my… Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle… Continue reading
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Finding True Love
wait. Breathless. No more asking, that’s for Christmas shopping lists. Here, Its no need, no gravity pull, no demand to demand. Speechless, open wings curled in blades, this unimaginable event, a dying into freedom from that clutch of human indifference See thru the skin of eyelids – the Face of One Who never turns away.… Continue reading
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Embracing Life’s Challenges: Lessons from the Sea
That September we had a small celebration, our youngest was a baby. How d’you describe the sea to a blind person, leave alone a tiny human? We did our bit, but he wailed, burrowed face in me. The sand, the huge amount of it, was too much for his little fingers. He’d just begun to… Continue reading
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Breathe
Meru, also narrating @the Concert three months ago, said the word, Breathe. I wasn’t just nervous, I had a bully in my throat, right thru rehearsals. A cough. The concert, hosted by local talent, was all set to go in that pre- 5pm hush. Inhale, hold, exhale. Dramatics at college and school had emphasized this… Continue reading
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Graphite & Grace
here, You speak me into existence. Out of non- existence, I arrive, in the shelter of your Eyes. Pieces of Your Peace, graphite & Grace. Ashes & Beauty, Death & Life. In the Shadow of the Secret Place, pages of my life, they fill, with lines You write. And everything within, like it or not,… Continue reading
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“Get used to different!”
If you’ve watched the Chosen series, you know Barnaby (Aalok Mehta) here interviewed by our girl Vihan Damaris. Singn’ insane Influencer. “…there’s no question, yeh Bhagwan, Ishwar, whatever, its there. Its my strength…” Aalok M, ace Actor got me watching closer at this phenomenon called Jesus, played by Jonathan Roumie, supported by the rest of… Continue reading
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Soul Trek
I’ve walked a billion circles but with Him the miles spiral joy, they retrack my hesitation to stretch, ach – Continue reading
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Tears of God
I am a tear drop of you, piece of Your iris, fiber of Your gaze.. Continue reading
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Powered byPeace
Merchants of Peace: people not shy of being the Change they teach: Ma Therese, she could clean leper wounds and say she was doing all her service for Jesus. God bless anyone like her, and everyone not like her. Peace makes for forgiveness and hopefully less war. Life’s not like that you say. Reality is… Continue reading
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there will be Light
..the Presence of the Touch that touches all Continue reading
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Beauty & the Beast
She brings me her drawing book, “Draw something, na. I heard you paint.” Its been a while since I sketched but her eyes draw me into them – midnight velvet eyes, breathless for dawn. Its a hospital, I do not ask what she’s feeling, what’s going on in her young life, is youth as beautiful… Continue reading
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Raining Prayers
We went out for vanilla scoops- 2/each, then met 3 Kashmiri ex- Techies selling Samovar tea…(its a brew of cinnamon flags, saffron shreds stewed over coal & Kehwa steam), 7pm The dark lashed Kashmiri sons & I trade shares of different lives. He has had a bullet wound in his arm. 6ish feet tall, smiling… Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back,… Continue reading
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Family Secrets
..they travel in our bags and hair, in the lashes of our eyes, in the accents of our curries.The word “Secret” can make you think in darkish undertones, but an “ish” is an “ish”, a suspect emotion. And Families are fantastic streams of discussion. That cupped with traditional plates and sauce of soul-chat, is sheer… Continue reading
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Hatred
…is there a way to ‘uninvent’ this one? (Reverting to original Title “Hatred” ) Continue reading
