A song about relationship break-ups and hanging stubbornly onto your sacred cows. Enjoy the video! LET’S KILL YOUR SACRED COW You say that you’re sugar and spice And everything nice but let me tell ya – You’re too simplistic – a tad sadistic You’ve got me chained to your ruby red lipstick When there are plenty more three-eyed fish
» Read moreThis song emerged from a poem about Happy Slapping – that disgusting ‘trend’ of videoing people being beaten up by gangs – to be more about the esates that breed these anti-social clowns. Two-tone being the ska music of the day…
» Read moreIntro: I am woken up at midnight and put on a flight. Received at the airport, I am taken downtown in a van. From there to my destination on a bicycle. I get to repeat this everday. Who am I? forms the rest of the story!
» Read moreIntro: A deep felt desire for the young ones to grow at a pace we all grew in, enjoying other things along the way and thinking, observing, learning, un-learning, doing by themselves, with their own refreshing ways and means, originality intact. Wish we adults tampered less with their growth. A prayer on behalf of all the young ones!
» Read moreIntro: A thought followed by a question had been troubling the poet for quite sometime. Sets about to find the answer and comes across many substantiating facts that confirm his belief. No matter how falsehoods are spreading with ferocity, aided by money and muscle power, Ultimately, “Truth Alone Triumphs”! Does Truth Ever Die Does truth ever die? Or a
» Read moreA story for all the supposed modern girls out there. Disha checked the time on her mobile. 11:30 PM. She rolled over in her bed, scrolling through the New Year’s Eve pictures of her friends on her social media feed. Had her best friend Aditi not cancelled the plan at the last moment, she would have been in the most posh
» Read moreOn Exits, Cycles and Cosmic Connection. Reflections on loss. Dawn and dusk have melted into one. A loving mist of communion. The heart opens and connects in symbiotic symphony. Twilight heralds first light, more swiftly than before. Fast-forwards the dark hours. My bare feet greet the grass in gratitude. Knowing that which seems lost can never be. A dew-soaked remembrance…
» Read moreI wrote this last week, I had been thinking of the lives of all loved ones and how precious they are, and remain so always.
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