The Whisper Gallery

Come forth and listen –
To the whispers thriving in the atmosphere.
Take a glance at pain and joy, dancing
On the soft meadow, against clouds
That look like turtles.

The Cassette Store

I was born into this strange period that served as a transition bridge from what was new to what would be new. I grew up watching recorded movies and listening to songs on cassette tapes, something that my parents had a proclivity for collecting – and today, my life is all but dependent on screens with an almost instant access to all the information I could need.

Dear Tom and Jerry,

Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?― Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake Dear Tom and Jerry, Life’s not the same anymore. Almost half a century after the final story on your lives was aired, your adventures continued to keep me in tense…

heart & soul spill – art

Gone are the days when art conveyed a crisp image of the perfect stick figure, with straight lines and a plump, round head. Now every cloud, every scrap of discarded paper and pencils too short to use are all masterpieces to eyes tired of a bleak image, that the world radiates, facilitated by greed and…

This Brown Skin

I see the way you look at me, With pity in your eyes, I see the hatred in your gaze- But this brown skin, it’s a prize. I feel the disgust you throw my way, It’s really hard to miss… But this brown skin, it is evidence-Of the Sun’s loving kiss. I will still go…

A Thank You Letter to My Body

Just a few days ago, I came over a heartfelt letter Shelly @ Growing with Spawn wrote to her body, after being inspired by the one Ang @ Lose Weight With Ang penned. It seemed like a lovely idea and I do believe it’s random acts of thoughtfulness like these that leave a generous impact…

In Burgundy

“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Under a temporal roof, doesThis tale take place.When they refused to standFor fear of falling,In Burgundy, we chased the stars. Forgotten thoughts left to oscillateBetween realms unknown, were all we were.As daisies* witheredUnder stares of scrutiny,In Burgundy we blossomed. Victims of…

Nocturnal Luminosity

(please click here to view this post on the site along with the podcast) The darker the night, the brighter the stars,The deeper the grief, the closer is God!― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment It was beginning. With each second that passed, the darker the night became, capturing the silken night sky in all of its magnificence….

Natural Nocturnality

“Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking, loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning.”― Elie Wiesel, Dawn I’ve always been a bit of a night owl. But I’ve always thought that it…