Poetry

Observations, imaginations and yearnings rooted in ecology, nature conservation, forests and abstract ideas.

Trance

Slipping between random movements of my eyelids, I pause to breathe. My breath rises and falls; it chases the film that unfolds. I’m a witness.

Fear and love are two ends of the spectrum.

The sun bursts into a million flames, painting the sky with its richness of light ochers, bright yellows and burnt siennas.

The sky always tells a story.

The roofs slant and the gates creek. Terracotta crumbles and iron bends. Black and white, and red and black.

I breathed fire. I revered the sun. I wore my passion in my heart, and swore my life to my art. I danced to the tune of cackling embers.