I've long since moved to isawanda.com, out of an urge to experiment. But what's that they say about never putting all your eggs in one basket? I miss Blogger. But I'm yet to fully savour my time at Posterous. It's a fun thing, this unfixedness.
wingingword
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Call in the movers
To coincide with my possible impending move from the city, I also decided to move here.
Blogging here has been wonderful. But all future posts go there. Thanks, everyone, for a great time.
Blogging here has been wonderful. But all future posts go there. Thanks, everyone, for a great time.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
If...
(for Anannya)
If I were a month, I’d be December
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday
If I were a time of day, I’d be 6:00 am
If I were a season, I’d be winter
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dugong/manatee (I can't help it, I was told)
If I were a direction, I’d be East
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a rocking chair
If I were a liquid, I’d be water
If I were a tree, I’d be a great oak
If I were a tool, I’d be a pair of pliers
If I were an element, I’d be Air
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday
If I were a time of day, I’d be 6:00 am
If I were a season, I’d be winter
If I were a planet, I’d be Earth
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dugong/manatee (I can't help it, I was told)
If I were a direction, I’d be East
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a rocking chair
If I were a liquid, I’d be water
If I were a tree, I’d be a great oak
If I were a tool, I’d be a pair of pliers
If I were an element, I’d be Air
If I were a gemstone, I’d be Amethyst
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a duitara
If I were a color, i’d be sky-blue
If I were a emotion, I’d be Serenity
If I were a fruit, I’d be an orange, or wild berries
If I were a sound, I’d be strings plucking under the night sky
If I were a car, I’d be a Beetle? A Beetle.
If I were food, I’d be momos, or blueberry cheesecake, or Putharo-dohjem, or chocolate tiramisu with rum, or Syrwa dohsniang with tyrso and tungtap, or a really spicy biryani.
If I were a taste, I’d be tangy
If I were a scent, I’d be fruity
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be a no-fuss pair of Converse
And if I were a bird, I’d be a robin
And If I were to tag people I will tag
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Sundown
The whispers in the trees tell you something you want to hear:
something old, deeper than the shadows they cast on the ground at sundown.
Secrets that they know, things that they’ve been witness to.
You listen, and you hear, but you cannot understand.
The cold mist sweeps down and covers everything in its grey mantle.
It tells you that it knows.
It knows, because it has swept over these same hills for hundreds of years,
while your ancestors, they came only yesterday.
And then much later when the Welsh came,
they made you forget that you could read the mist, and understand the whispers.
And you, you took on their faith and loved it, it became your own.
They gave you words, and you remembered to write your songs down.
They also gave you their language,
but it can never be yours.
And now you want to listen again,
to see if you can hear that ancient voice, and its echoes in the songs of your heart
at this twilight hour, and finally understand.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, September 28, 2009
To the Skies
Since I seem to be putting up a lot of aerial stuff / skyscapes, here are some from two years back, that I'd posted elsewhere. Shillong, early-autumn evening, 2007.
Halves of a Monsoon Sky
Onset of a strange September week in Delhi, when temperatures dipped and days were cloaked in cloudiness and incessant rain.
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