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
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
While there is a lot to think about Covid19 it self and write, both of which I am doing or have done, I won’t be writing much about it in this post. Today it’s time to rue the time we were in New Orleans… Continue Reading “A time to relive through RUe (roux)”
Category: Entertainment, Environment, Photography, Travelogue, World CultureTags: Antoines, Brunch, Cajun, Cajun Cuisine, Creole, culture, Gumbo, Louisiana, New Orleans, NOLA, Restaurants, Roux, Roux sauce, travel tales
Posted on November 8, 2019
by neuroticphilosopher
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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
It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly… Continue Reading “It’s the end of time”
Category: Cinema, I think.., Philosophy, Photography, PoetryTags: culture, freedom, friends, friendship, happiness, heartbreak, honesty, hope, inspiration, life, Orwell, Philosophy, poem, Poetry, resiliency, romance, Ruins, time, truth, writing