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”
Category: I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, PoliticsTags: friendship, homedecor, houseplants, lightandshadows, pandemic, photos, poem, Poetry, Quarantinepoetry, shadows, strength, sunlight, wall painting, WIndows
He had been dying a whileHarboring decayFrom roots to tileCurly fungi grew in rows on a stemMost of the branchesHad no leaves on them..Still it flowered a few more springsIts pods dangling through fall..On one of its tallest dead branchesA mockingbird delighted to call… Continue Reading “Her dying tree”
Category: Environment, Philosophy, PoetryTags: friendship, Garden, gardening, golden raintree, life and death, meaning of life, old trees, poem, trees, trees in poetry
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”
Category: Evolution, I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Politics, Travelogue, tropical birds, World CultureTags: barbet, biodiversity, birdart, birds, black paper, Butterflies, conservation, environment protection, Frogs, inspiration, MOEFCC, Oilpastel, pastels, prakash javadekar, Sattal, sennelieroilpastels, tree frog, wildlife conservation
Posted on December 23, 2019
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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”
Category: Environment, I think.., Philosophy, Politics, Science, World CultureTags: Activism, Amit Shah, Assam, BJP, Citizenship amendment act, Divisiveness, heritage, Hindu Rashtra, Hindutva, Human rights, Incarceration, India, Jamia Milia, JNU, Modi, Nazi, NRC, Protests, Students
Posted on November 8, 2019
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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”
Category: I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Travelogue, World CultureTags: Acrylic painting, Amazon villagers, artist, bonding, bonds, Eyes, inspiration, original art, peruvian, poem, poet, spiritual