Friday, March 17, 2017

Logos

Untitled by Jeram Patel 

You, who excavate for meaning:
Meaning, you make.

- Neha

The Dream Keeper

The Gladioli Les Glaïeuls 1 by Marc Chagall 

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

- Langston Hughes

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

The heart asks pleasure first

Untitled Self Portrait by Amrita Sher-Gil
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

- Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Thy fingers make early flowers

Violet Robe and Anemone by Henri Matisse

Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying.

thy whitest feet crisply are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says; singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death, thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing).

- e e cummings

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Affordability

Agnipariksha by Jamini Roy
[ Af·ford·a·ble/ adjective/ inexpensive; reasonably priced.]

Good karma
can be
very cOstly:
do it. still.

- Neha

Bolt

Savita with Kurma Avatar by A.Ramachandran
[ Bolt-ing/ In Botany, bolting is the premature production of a flowering stem. Most plants bolt due to hot weather. When the ground temperature goes above a certain temperature, this flips a switch in the plant to produce flowers....to abandon leaf growth almost completely. Bolting is a survival mechanism in a plant....when a vegetable plant bolts, its harvestable days are over.

Bolt/ A flash of lightning; a thunderbolt/ A sudden movement toward or away. ]

That
flower
should
be
the
death
of it.

: to beautiful ends

- Neha

Monday, August 22, 2016

What Have I Ever Lost By Dying?

Portrait IV, 1938 by Joan Miro

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as a mineral,
And then I died and was reborn as a plant.

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as a plant,
And then I died and was reborn as an animal.

I lived for hundreds of thousands of years as an animal,
And then I died and was reborn as a human being.

What have I ever lost by dying?

- Rumi ( version by Robert Bly)