The songs you sing, the languages you speak, the dresses you wear, the food you eat, this is your culture. And from whence is culture born? The mountains, rivers, wind and sun. Take the Indian subcontinent. Indians have been wearing loincloths and slippers for thousands of years. They ate and slept on the floor. It is because the region is mostly torrid. And when it rains, it really comes down. The farmer tilling the land with his cows wears a bamboo rain hat to cover himself from the rain. His rain hat could have been made from another material. But it is bamboo. Bamboos grow everywhere. Bamboo furniture, bamboo hand fans, bamboo flutes, cakes made with the help of bamboos. A bamboo culture is born this way. Now the Sacred Indian Cow. Any other animal could have been declared sacred. But it is the cow. The cow might have been…
The first time it happened, I was in complete and defensive denial. The second time, I still claimed innocence but now had recurring, vague…
(“Ice optro phobia”). Just off the top of your head, does anyone know what this is? Well, I do, and I suffer from it. …
I watched as the Sun threw bolts of heat onto the dry Earth turning whatever small fragments of moisture it had managed to hold…
For weeks now it’s been building. Something so important which is needful that I address it. I realize in doing so some are going…
Thoughts are the children we birth one moment at a time They fly through our minds like seeds riding the wind Searching for…
Shall I draw pictures on your naked chest with my fingertips Tiptoeing lightly through the fine grass of this scape Colour them in with…
Frosted hair, cobweb skin, egg-shell eyes, no light within. Paper lips and whiskered chin, stubborn heart that won’t give in. Foetal hands stiffly furled…
Is the man crouched in the doorway just worthless to your eyes? His hand may reach toward you, no doubt you’ll analyse. Do you…
I remember new beginnings, I recall each searing end but the middles, oh the middles, those I’d truly recommend. The start of a love…