A drop of sandalwood oil, a drop of rose oil, ten drops of glycerin in a warm cup of water – it read. Dip your finger tips, wait half an hour. She always has the best solution to dry hands, my mother. Care. Yet when inside it rains, and she claps her hands, it is […]
Tag: poems
#Courage
Courage, I read, is not the absence of fear. Neither is it devoid of any anxiety. Little to do with ego, much to do with faith at the face of adversity. Gracious even with the knowledge of a foe in friendships trusting mask. Courage is when you stand up for yourself. That’s it. That’s enough. […]
Love
None will prepare you for that love. Every bit of pain, discomfort, fear, you felt – every bit… amplifies that love. Even while fumbling upon broken pieces of old memories, cannot imagine being more complete, immersed in love, as I am when my child hugs me in the morning. None will prepare you for that […]
Free Spirit
What’s there to not love about your favourite auntie? When free reign is only free as skin-deep is deep, when metaphors become allegories, Blues become happy and parents stand on the side stage cheering you on – as your free-spirited auntie stands with your feisty interests. What’s there not to love about a mouth that […]
Root Tribe
I looked for my tribe here and there. Wanting to belong somewhere. All day I thought about it, then at night I had to say it – student life is not easy, but being student is a wheezy, till you find that perfect ambrosia for a soul from elsewhere but mind of a Richardus Sophista. […]
First winter
Frozen greens – on rolling hills. I know the owner as he prepares Christmas carols to sing. Heisse Marroni stands are up, darkest month filled up with light and love. I stand here waiting and watching train-tracks fill up with snow. A thought occurred as footprints of many appeared this morn. I too saw your […]
War
Unpopular opinion perhaps but true to what I argue, problematic is not racism but colourism like “Et tu, …”! As women in Iran fight for rights, Aryan remains a misconception – greed splits human-race and hatred bonds us through fear. Beware, white-blacks-browns-reds-yellow, you’re all mocking and damning eachother – but hypocrites! Worse you do to […]
#Refugee
How glad can one feel to reach the other end, a new country away from home? Waking up, unaware, that the lowest bushes or the pointy spruce, all a part of a broad new hope, as you start your day of struggle in a country away from war-stricken home?
#Creativity
Creativity, a wondrous state in phenomenal order stands; creation – for all to attest their sublime forms and feel. Creators potent hand or potent imagination – a question that withstands time, era, real.
#Reality
Problem with reality is appearance. How it appears to one, is how it defines reality. Problem with appearance is perception. A cunning manipulator can make-reality-up with certain appearance that seduces as real even when it remains untrue.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 