Binding force
The things we love, desire, yearn for… Continue reading Binding force
Category: Vignettes from Brazil
Such submissive bystanders they have become…
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In a town named gummudippondi,
There was a big man,
With a huge paunch
And a long mustache,
With a wife and 10 kids,
Living in an imperial building.
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Ah, The Rain…
‘For men may come and men may go, I shall go for ever’, so wrote Tennyson; befitting it is to say this of our city brook on a rainy day, down the streets where I live… Continue reading Ah, The Rain…
Restrained clouds
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I see clouds passing by.
Such gigantic beings,
Yet, quite quiet,
And inconspicuous,
Until one lifts
their head up.
The sun’s powerful rays, too,
Are blocked temporarily,
By these blobs of white cotton.
}
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Um homem cego e um polonês
‘The blind man and a Pole’
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A blind man.
Arms outstretched,
a fruit seller perhaps ?
Selling brown vegetables,
With white flesh inside.
Is love of a white mother
any different, I wonder,
From the love of a black nanny,
Or for that matter, from
minha querida mãe marrom ?
my dear, brown, mother ?
}
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What would happen
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What would happen
when all the knowledge and memories
from childhood to adulthood,
from colleges to universities,
cease to operate in the entire humanity?
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Eu vejo…I see !
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I see birds flying
eu vejo os pássaros voando
singly and together
sozinhos e juntos
into the faraway clouds;
nas distantes nuvens;
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Sounds, Spaces and Thinking: marriage of languages.
I have been in Brazil for the over a year now.
Time is ripe to play with Portuguese words too ! Continue reading “Sounds, Spaces and Thinking: marriage of languages.”
My ever so dear clouds…
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Just as one sperm
among 400 millions
fertilises one egg,
one drop of water
among 400 millions,
inseminates a cloud too.
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Letters to a friend – I
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Warm hugs from dry Brazil
To our far away friend in the ‘nether’ lands,
Where people as tall as a sugarcane
Ride small bicycles that are aplenty,
Perhaps, to a Bistro round the corner –
To drink a cappuccino,
Grab a waffle,
Or simply for a stroll.
}
Perpetual Motion of Thought 