Tag: Poetry
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Blue walls…
…blue walls, i notice not the messy room, the blue walls and the noise that scrambles out of my mouth and the… – …salty water that encases me like we’re on the beach, the yellow sand and the grey water, forgive me i say because you created all this, this mess… …and without intention i […]
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Second Skin
She is beauty, she is grace, she is elegant in every step. She is gentle, she breathes passion, she is life in every thread. She is ancient, she is timeless, she turns at each whisper of her name. From time long past, and into the future unseen, she will hold countless stories, within the folds […]
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In the Bazaars of Hyderabad
What do you sell, O ye merchants? Richly your wares are displayed, Turbans of crimson and silver, Tunics of purple brocade, Mirrors with panels of amber, Daggers with handles of jade. What do you weigh, O ye vendors? Saffron, lentil and rice. What do you grind, O ye maidens? Sandalwood, henna and spice. What do […]
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God in the World: Rabindranath Tagore
LEAVE this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He […]
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Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same […]
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Sacred Conversations in the Sanskrit Village of India
“All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.” – Robert Louis Stevenson Language evolves over time to allow effective communication and dialogue, giving expression to our ever changing lives and time. In this dynamic world where a social media tag can become a mainstream word, there […]
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Kantha – An Intimate Witness to the Spirit of Womanhood
“Spreading the embroidered quilt She works the livelong night, As if the quilt her poet were Of her bereaved plight. Many a joy and many a sorrow Is written on its breast; The story of Rupa’s life is there, line by line expressed.” (From ‘Field of the Embroidered Quilt’ – a translation of ‘Nokshi Kanthar […]
Storytellers of Wonder 