It's been a while since I posted anything in this blog. But I haven't got a call from the Grim Reaper yet. If there's been a complete blank out here, I have every reason to shift the blame on to the shoulders of the likes of Spinoza, Leibniz, Kant,Hegel, Husserl, Heidegger, Foucault, Derrida and Deleuze. But the lure of lights, shadows, colors and forms remain as fatal as ever and the clicks of the camera of that black box called the camera remain music to my ears.
The new year always arrives with mixed feelings for me: the past is gone and future is yet to come and it's understandable that many feel that that it's as good a time to make a new start as any other. And so, with trepidations and fumbling fingers, I clicked the "write" icon and tried my best to recall how to put together a new blog again
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It's mid-winter but it doesn't stop the silent explosion of life.
If the old doesn't go, where shall the new find space?
One can still stand up.
Bursting with vigor
No need to be too flashy
We need the sun.
So do we.
Ah, yummy!
faded glory
a double life
dancing
getting ahead
flower and fruit
rising up
curling down
to each its own glory
sneaking out
We had our day.
Caution may never be out of place with one's progeny
a clown
No longer funny
Looking down on the others
One doesn't have to be loud all the time.
But not for us!
On multiple wings
We like it soft
We too
To feed, first lure
Spots and dots for us
Difficult to tell which is the petal and which the sepal
Water is cool
Rushing in the same direction
Not very many of us around!
Delicate and soft
Tenderness
Bathed in light
End of the day
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