Senses for the blind
Tiles, I mused, why would anyone put down tiles in a place like this? Click, clack, click, clack, click… then it stops and I realise my eyes are shut. There was nothing to see, or hear, or feel. Only the …
Category: Artful
Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
On the extraordinary dynamics of play
child in its essence is complex, and yet it is not so.Ruthless, proud, pure. Their game in itself is creative and imaginative[No losers in fate] is quite liberal to all and devoid of any goalother than pleasure in time; countless …
Under the line
No sign. Only the chequered notebook which I managed to buy online. The main shops seem to otherwise have gone line-mad, with singularly ruled paper on the shelves. Hmmm I wonder if that says something about our current state of …
On creation
A lot of what inspires creation as an artist, also inspires creation for life, andthis is not just the hunger and lust when you sense the intimacy of art, and ego. In a space contrasts, all duality creates tension; stress …
Letters relinquished
[extract taken from diary no. 34] I do not know why but I instantly knew… His last letter still hung on my wall, then he must have beenthe words on my skin, straight across myback carefully observing curves, and all …
Within my flow
Once upon a time, on a flight from Mumbai to Dubai, both golden cities in their own ways, marvels of their own times, some long gone, others resurrected. But this is more about what has been left behind, what is …
The wombat and the ego
Is spiritual emergency, a personal emergency which has to be excused in any way? Something greater achieved is something greater perceived with ego side by side. A little nudge, blatant, open praise. It stirs like the wombat inthe book, though …
Why we love women
Because they listen, they say.Because they are sensitive, they say.And sensible, they say. But women also want to be heard, we say.Women want to be feeling- and felt, we say.With all our heart, in agony and passion, we say. Because …
A Tribute to The Cat in the Year of the Rat
Sentiment is like a grey day in the second half of the week. It takes you to places within, contrary to the world without which hints at being so much more clinical. Clean in emotion and thought. Facing the moments …
Expressions of Truth
An account of events in September I had hardly taken the book out the bag when I realised from signals given that my battle was lost in an instant; my spoken word forced into a category in their head which …