Implicit Self
Images from my soul, dedicated to the world that makes me
Category: I think..
The shadows’ call
Touring the shadows of this homeI see, I made someI fade someAnd I be them all.When the light is rightShadows are brightAnd together at nightWe fight the pall. Ishita. October 22 2020. I wrote this poem for my friend, on one of those days… Continue Reading “The shadows’ call”
Art 2020
A little on art this year, as a post even if I am cataloging most of my art work under projects in my art portfolio on this blog as well. This year I visited India and made new contacts with nature enthusiasts, some professional… Continue Reading “Art 2020”
Indians are alive
Just when I almost gave up. Although, that’s a terribly arrogant statement to make, who was I to give up anyway. What did I ever do. I grew up thinking the country belonged to everyone, people who didn’t think so were in a minority… Continue Reading “Indians are alive”
The look of poetry
Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special… Continue Reading “The look of poetry”
Confessions of an alleged pessimist, accused of being disloyal
I would rather be a realist, with self-awareness and vision than a short-sighted optimist buoyed up by visions of grandeur that are, mostly, based on aggrandized caliber and misplaced confidence in skills one does not actually possess. Also, I beware of entities demanding “loyalty”,… Continue Reading “Confessions of an alleged pessimist, accused of being disloyal”
