Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Another Sky

From Earth to Sky by Joan Miro

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

- Emily Dickinson

Saturday, December 27, 2014

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

Dream of a Politically Incorrect Artist by A. Ramchandran 
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
     flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
     went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
     bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

- Langston Hughes

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The flowering of the rod

Frida Kahlo (self portrait)
I go where I love and where I am loved,
into the snow;

I go to the things I love
with no thought of duty or pity;

I go where I belong, inexorably,
as the rain that has lain long

in the furrow; I have given
or would have given

life to the grain;
but if it will not grow or ripen

with the rain of beauty,
the rain will return to the cloud;

the harvester sharpens his steel on the stone;
but this is not our field,

we have not sown this;
pitiless, pitiless, let us leave

to those who have fashioned it.

-  The Flowering of the Rod, H.D.

Quantum Recovery

Algue blanche by Henri Matisse 

[ quantum - Pronunciation: (KWAHN-tuhm), Meaning-  adjective: 1. Large. 2. Relating to the quantum theory. Noun. 1. A quantity or amount. 2. A portion. 3. A large amount. 4. The smallest amount of something that can exist independently; Etymology: From Latin quantus (how much or how great).

The quantum harmonic oscillator is one of the foundation problems of quantum mechanics. It can be applied rather directly to the explanation of the vibration spectra of diatomic molecules, but has implications far beyond such simple systems. It is the foundation for the understanding of complex modes of vibration in larger molecules…..

 - Quantum Harmonic Oscillator: Schrodinger Equation]

And so it reverberated through ages:
They remained in a perpetual state of recovery -
Recovery from too much sadness
or from too much happiness,

An oscillating quantum recovery:
Rebel roses amidst captive concrete cracks
Concrete deposits amidst red rosy rose beds.

And to think of this quantum of a recovery
while Schrödinger's cat chases her too much tail.

- Neha

Monday, December 15, 2014

To be a cloud

[I believe that life can go on forever. It takes a million years to evolve a new species, ten million for a new genus, one hundred million for a class, a billion for a phylum -- and that's usually as far as your imagination goes. In a billion years, it seems, intelligent life might be as different from humans as humans are from insects. But what would happen in another ten billion years? It's utterly impossible to conceive of ourselves changing as drastically as that, over and over again. All you can say is, on that kind of time scale the material form that life would take is completely open. To change from a human being to a cloud may seem a big order, but it's the kind of change you'd expect over billions of years. -Freeman Dyson, physicist (b. 1923) ]

To be a cloud

    to float, 
to rain,
    to light and thunder
Is an evolution I'd like.

But oh dear universe, 
why wait a billion years? 

- Neha

Saturday, December 13, 2014


Squirrels on Amaltas Tree by A. Ramachandran 
Empty boxes
  Red carpet gone too
         And where are the squirrels now?

- Neha

Friday, December 12, 2014

Train Signs & Sighs

Meditation by Henri Matisse 

Sign on the train ride shouted in an urgent font,
'STOP the war!"
She sighed equally urgently,
 "WHICH one? Inside or out?"

- Neha

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

What the living do

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,

I've been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,

I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss--we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.

- Marie Howe

Source: The Atlantic, Learn more at: NPR