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Marigold Threading in Sitaram Bazaar
Marigold Threading in Sitaram Bazaar. Such a beautiful post. I love marigolds. Walking back home on either side of the road there would be several of them. I used to imagine them as my welcome committee. Lemon yellow to a deep orange, the color of summer, of happiness and of worship.
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Car festival – a memory in motion
Of all the moments you could have remembered you chose the noisiest, crowded, juggernaut of them all. Had I whispered white sheets, white jasmine, white cars, white clouds, it would not have mattered. The crushing gigantic wooden wheels of the trinity got your attention. But then you loved drama and scale. I looked for…
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On my way
Airports To and fro Hustle and bustle Noise Filth Restless spirits Tired luggage Book readers iPad screens My thoughts are already inflight The din of voice Arguing, persuading, selling Little bits of self dangling Off a hook Bait and bite Wheels and wings Are you headed back or away Work or play Or in an…
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La Europa
La Europa, a set on Flickr. Krakow pictures have been added to the set.
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On finding “Dragon Jotter”
The clean-up of cupboards and boxes I found size 36 tops and smiled. At size 42 these look like doll clothes. This is change I oscillate between sizes Big. Small. Same old me. A shelf full of old writing Mostly journals Among them “Dragon Jotter” 2008 Photography of Hong Kong by Neil Farrin When I…
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Four Walls
Four Walls Four Walls By Zeeshan Sahil, translated from the Urdu by Faisal Siddiqui, Christopher Kennedy, and Mi Ditmar March 15, 2013 You could call where we live a house. A room, very high up with a very low ceiling, one window, quite large, and one very small door that you could pass through with…
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One thousand desires | An Ode to Mirza Ghalib
One thousand desires | An Ode to Mirza Ghalib. Today I discovered this beautiful blog called “A Date with Delhi” – impossible to turn that down; it is everything that I remember of Delhi. A friend had storified my tweets about Delhi. I am hoping I can put them up here. It is a city…
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Agha Shahid Ali, “Postcard from Kashmir”
poem-locker: Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox, my home a neat four by six inches. I always loved neatness. Now I hold the half-inch Himalayas in my hand. This is home. And this the closest I’ll ever be to home. When I return, the colors won’t be so brilliant, the Jhelum’s waters so clean, so ultramarine.…
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Patricia Smith Breaks Down “Hip-Hop Ghazal”
Originally posted on Poetry Genius: In a beautiful convergence of hip-hop and poetry, teacher, poet, and overall “word woman” extraordinaire, Patricia Smith, has shed light on her “Hip-Hop Ghazal” on Rap Genius. What’s a ghazal, you ask? Read the annotations to find out! Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked…
