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“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry) & pictures (posters )
Oh, what a lovely life it is
Every autumn when the grand old tree opposite my house sheds its leaves and becomes bare, it leaves me in a state of awe and wonder. The absolute sheer raw beauty of its emptiness fills me up with divine serenity. Here is a creative take on this amazing autumn performance as “Oh, what a lovely life it is” outlining the life’s profound philosophy of emptying oneself to experience the fullness.
Wordsmith
Words are very powerful for they penetrate the myriad folds of brain and fire away countless neurons, evoking emotions in your heart, seeping through the mind to gently touch your soul. Collecting words lovingly, carefully moulding them and creating a beautiful fragrant tapestry that touches the senses is so joyful and fulfilling. Here is a creative as “Wordsmith”.
Silence
In today’s world of hustle and bustle, silence has quietly disappeared. Wireless tethers more people to their phones, quiet headphones fills one with more cacophony. We thrive on speed as we race towards “don’t-know-where”. The joy of slowness, savouring time and getting lost as it slows you down, filling you with sheer silence is blissful. One more revolution around the sun done and I am striving to be more silent. To accept, to overcome, to…
accidental escape
What is the thing that escapes you, but you do not want to announce?What is the situation, where you are guilty but put on your best innocent face?What is the thing that you cannot see but can feel violently? Find the answer in this funny bone creative titled “accidental escape”.
night sketching
The first thing after I wake up is to look at my neighbour’s wall. For every morning is the beautiful sketch of tree that slowly vanishes as I finish my cup of tea. Enjoy the simple daily experience in “night sketching”, a tribute to my dear streetlight.
silvery bonding
After many many months I rode my nine-year old Trek 7100 cycle to work. The lovely cool morning evoked the deep bonding that we shared for many years. Many roads we have explored, many mountains we have climbed, on cool nights and hot days, many friends we have made, both of us gracefully ageing silver, he on his body and me on my head. Here is how I felt today as a poem titled “a…
tears of a poet
“Slap me with words and I will garland you with a poem”Word hurt. Words heal. Words are cathartic. Words are magical.Here is a creative on this transformation as “tears of a poet”.
facade
In today’s world, the real and perceived are blurred, artificial and natural seem to be indistinguishable, and one’s external facade does not mirror their inner being. In the book “The biology of belief” the author Dr Bruce Lipton establishes a strong connection of how belief can heal the physical body. The wellbeing is an issue today and the more so mental health, which deeply also affects the physical body. Here is my take on how…
void
A spate of suicides in the newspaper over the last few days ticked me badly. All of us go through moments when we are frustrated and helpless but seemingly it is the balance we practice in our lives that triggers the Yin-Yang to swing the pendulum from the extreme helplessness to action and purpose. Is this what was missing in them, compelling them to take their lives and their family members? A creative take on…