I yawned and leisurely picked up the newspaper and flicked a cursory glance. Yippee! India won! But..unfortunately I didn’t know much about cricket…Well, I wasn’t an artist, nonetheless, I decided to draw something. Then I grabbed a pen and wrote a letter of appreciation to the Indian Team.
Dear Indian Cricket Team,
I want to congratulate you on this glorious victory. Please accept my hearty wishes and regards. In our country you are worshipped and hailed as God, the implication being that you impart us immense pleasure from afar by your outstanding performance. Your unbeatable power of purpose, unity, grit and determination is second to none. Please accept this small token of gratitude on behalf of my countrymen.
With thankful regards
Smita Ray
I attached my drawing with the mail and hit the send button. Though address is still a mystery.
Below is the poem ‘I Can’t Be Everything for Everyone’ penned by Brittan who began writing poetry in June 2020. She uses poetry as a therapeutic exercise when revisiting homophobic traumatic memories and describing life with BPD & Bipolar 2. She uses poetry as a medium for self-expression when discussing Buddhism, lesbianism, and platonic love.
It’s beautiful and authentic self-expression and I could totally relate to its essence. I feel very much in harmony with the title of the poem. No one needs to be everything to everyone. There is something pernicious is lurking behind such demands or expectations, even when it’s from yourself, which is just not right. You can feel it in your bones. To read full post, please, click the link below. Thank you so much Brittan for such a wonderful poem. â¤
Lifeâs full of people needing things from you,
Sometimes itâs supplying true interest in them,
Sometimes itâs comforting words when theyâre lonely.
Lifeâs full of you needing things from people,
Sometimes itâs gifting advice to halt your mind,
I woke up in 2021…They talked about the year’s demise. The cadaverous yesteryear, perchance, is still lurking in the venomous, moth-eaten chronicles. Putrifying, wafting off an exceptional noisome smell. Once again the year begins with a pound in the chest, completely knocking you down. Standing at the cul-de-sac my eyes glazed over the sable night. Hopefully, it will end differently.
Beneath the graceful curve of the sky, where I tossed a handful of seeds, where blissful clumps of perennials pregnant with plump fruits with copious creepers bursting at the seam bestride the trees in the manner of a leafy colossus. They allure vociferous macaw and indigenous chirpy finches with their tails dipped in cherry, preening themselves with absurd indifference. Here ladybugs and ants scurry along the callow shoots and burgeoning foliage like colonel blimp. The soft singsong of the leaves awakens a restful ache to lose yourself in the heartening longings and the blue moon is lazing about in the waist-high cotton candy. This year I will die in the wilderness, solitary. With poison-free air to breathe.
Whichever path we lovers set out on with our blistered feet Thorns turned to flowers, and with the flowers a garden formed â¤
It seems you have set your foot in the realm of ‘rooh’. Urdu has some hauntingly sweet ‘Ada’ and ‘Andaz’ that transmits you in another world, the land of souls and lets you forget violence, dramas, deceit, some unspeakable abuse that oftentimes do lurk in our daily lives where we cannot expect any art to flourish. I don’t understand Urdu quite well but was totally blown away by the English rendition. Thank you so much for sharing jyotirmay I owe you a drink! đş
No one can deny the unerring authority of music in lightening and lifting up the mood and putting you into the right frame of mind. This one used to be one of my favourites and I owe my gratitude to the composer, lyricist and the whole ensemble for creating such a wonderful piece of art. Jason Mraz indisputably is my all-time favourite. Of course, there are other brilliant artists in the list.
đŚWill you float on by? Oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine And let’s mood the lights and finally make it rightđŚ
When it comes to writing, it sends shivers down my spine what words could be capable of doing and how much they can offer in terms of it’s vastness and freedom laying siege to all your dreams and dramas of life. Not everyone is capable of putting it exactly as needed. A slip and you end up laying an egg!
Below is the YouTube link. Hope the song sparks your imagination and sets you into the mood of writing.
I’m taking a moment just imagining that I’m dancing with you I’m your pole and all you’re wearing is your shoes You got soul, you know what to do to turn me on Until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style And you’ve got the knack to vivify And you make my slacks a little tight You may unfasten them if you like That’s if you crash and spend the night
But you don’t fold, you don’t fade You got everything you need, especially me Sister, you’ve got it all
You make the call to make my day In your message say my name Your talk is all the talk Sister, you’ve got it all You got it all
Curl your upper lip up and let me look around Ride your tongue along your bottom lip then bite down And bend your back and ask those hips if I can touch ‘Cause they’re the perfect jumping off point Getting closer to your butterfly
Will you float on by? Oh, kiss me with your eyelashes tonight Or Eskimo your nose real close to mine And let’s mood the lights and finally make it right
But you don’t fold, you don’t fade You got everything you need, especially me Sister, you’ve got it all
You make the call to make my day In your message say my name Your talk is all the talk Sister, you’ve got it all
You got it all, you got it all, you got it all You got it all, you got it all, you got it all You got it all, woo, hey baby, uh You’ve got it all
Doll, I need to see you pull your knee socks up Let me feel you upside down, slide in, slide out Slide over here, climb into my mouth now child
Butterfly well you landed on my mind Damn right you landed on my ear and then you crawled inside And now I see you perfectly behind closed eyes I want to fly with you and I don’t want to lie to you
‘Cause I, ’cause I can’t recall a better day So I’m coming to shine on the occasion You’re an open-minded lady, you’ve got it all
And I never forget a face Except for maybe my own, I have my days And let’s face the fact here It’s you who’s got it all
You know that fortune favors the brave Well let me get paid while I make your breakfast The rest is up to you, you make the call
You make the call to make my day In your message say my name Your talk is all the talk Sister, you’ve got it all I can’t recall a better day So I’m coming to shine on the occasion Hey sophisticated lady, oh you got it all You got it all, you got it all You got it all, you got it all, you got it all You got it all, you got it all, you got it all You got it all! Hey! You got it all, woo! You got it all You got it all You got it all Butterfly, baby, well you got it all