The above work was inspired by one of my favourite authors and poets, and one of my favourite short stories, the 1843 classic “The Tell Tale Heart”. Here it is below, gothic, horror, inspiring and strange. THE TELL-TALE HEART by Edgar Allan Poe 1843 TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? … Continue reading The Beating Heart : DsArtWorks Five
On this lazy sunday when winter has truly settled in, these are a few of my favourite quotes – lets Dance! Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion. Martha Graham “You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.” ― William … Continue reading A Few of my Favourite Quotes
I remember getting english homework in junior high that guided us to write our own Haiku’s. The example we were given to follow in the 5-7-5 On (or translated as syllables for writing one in English) was : A caterpillar, this deep in fall– still not a butterfly. I didn’t know then that the example we were given was of the great and revered Japanese … Continue reading There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Daffodils by Wordsworth : I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills, When all at once I saw a crowd A host of dancing Daffodils; Along the Lake, beneath the trees, Ten thousand dancing in the breeze. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: – A poet could not but be gay In … Continue reading I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
One of my many favourite lines from this part philosophical, part prophecy, part exploration of cultures, religions and “then” contemporary society has to be “We think of the key, each in his prison thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.” As the poem meanders like a giant pregnant river, the knowledge explored and encased in its five sections : I. The Burial of the … Continue reading The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot
My middle school principal would read from this every morning during assembly and for me the poem I connected with the most was and is: “Where the mind is without fear” Here is the poem: Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where … Continue reading Gitanjali – A collection of poems by Ravindranath Tagore.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a poem I often revisit. The characters are never fully unravelled to my mind, which lends this poem a sense of being an unfinished story. Why? Most importantly for me, as it begins with the end, and as a reader I am always struck in wonder by the depth, detail and sense of loss within the tale! Here is … Continue reading Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe was the first poem I memorised by heart. I was 11 years old and found a well worn and loved copy on my Grandfathers Desk. The golden embossed copy had me spell bound and I would curl up and read and reread this poem, fascinated by the swells and swirls, and most importantly the powerful imagery it created. The Raven continues … Continue reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
In the City of Amir Khusro and Ghalib, where couplets are inscribed in the very air that you breathe, where odes have been written of unrequited love and the pain of separation from the Divine. It is in that city – Delhi – where the search for satiating one’s heart, mind, body and soul begins with verse and ends in verse. In the shadows … Continue reading Delhi – The City of Poets
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