A Space for Reflections and Musings
Wind-swept by the lighthouse, black shapes Unsheathed in the pellets of rain, jaded hearts Undaunted by the sea’s inclemency; their embrace Opened up to the turquoise inquisition, lashing Claws at eternity’s rocks, breaking shards a sign Of pent-up resentment; bitterness echoing To the thunder above and underneath a leaden sky Rain sympathized with a fervor... Continue Reading →
Most of us live afraid of time passing us, cheating us, favouring us, or abandoning us. Sakamoto simply gave up his time in the very hands of time.
Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels “The world is not something static, irredeemably given by a natural language. When language is re-imagined the world expands with it.”Veronica Forrest-Thomson, Poetic Artifice: A Theory of Twentieth Century Poetry Link to the poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/143680/through-the-looking-glass Writing this review seems to be inviting a direct admonition from the poet since in her own words... Continue Reading →
https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1380373889i/727673.SX540.jpg ‘The city folk have changed greatly… externally, … have [they] changed inwardly?’ Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Maragrita (Penguin Books, 2007), pp. 122–123 The question posed by Maestro Woland as he is called in this scene resounds solidly even today as our society moves from one technological acquisition to another so fast that while we... Continue Reading →
Your warmest smile inundates my shores,Your voice a carapace for my fears,Ebbing towards me from miles afarClaims a sigh and a longing for more,Perhaps aspects that we hold so dearIn the realm of this ephemeral art,Where signals and cameras transmit woeAnd noise is a deafening silence,Where happiness counts its interestAnd dividends go pending as vows.... Continue Reading →
A long day has passed. Eyes get tired yet the mind is not. Excited to ramble and eager to express, the sea rages on. As the waves crash on the shore with resounding roars, I passively accept the ocean within. Too tired to protest and definitely a slave to the music of the raging sea... Continue Reading →
Shoots spring out from the moist earth and poke their tiny heads exuberantly toward the sky. Something crawls by, something flies by, something stomps by, yet the shoots sing carefree songs of mirth. Shielded by the leaves of their elders, they continue to bloom and soon enter the cycle of life. Rain, Sun, and stars... Continue Reading →
https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/yFiznthWGnCKf6HQYPLUid-970-80.gif How Alcest invented blackgaze and brought spirituality to black metal | Louder (loudersound.com) Once there was a time in my life when I did not know that there existed a band by the name of Alcest. At that time, I was unaware that music could be beautiful, enchanting, and moving even when it had... Continue Reading →
KOM_I performing Shakushain at J-WAVE LIVE SUMMER JAM 2017. We have various reasons for having our own choices of music. At a certain age, we make or break friends depending on whether their taste in music coincides with our own. At a different point in our lives, we abolish such criteria instead keeping our music... Continue Reading →
“I want to talk to you.” The air whispered to the man who was standing nearby taking a picture of the sunlight filtering in through the window and lighting up the wooden floor. Two chairs and a small round table were laid by the windowpane. It was an invitation for a conversation for two people... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 
