Some inspirations in this work have been derived from the first lines of A.K. Ramanujan's poems.
I long to hear your voice that reminds me of the summer rain - And of the stars that once shone bright in the dark sky, And of the echoes that once sang amid the mountains so high. Planting in my solitude, the flowers of joy.
The night saw many stars in the sky – all shining brightly. The owls sitting on the tree tops hooted to the bright moon, and soon another hoot from a neighbouring tree would follow, and another, and more. A mole scurried off through the cool summer grass and dug up a small hole near a… Continue reading An excerpt from an ongoing writing
I have a gas balloon, That drinks from a giant spoon, And flies away when someone’s watching it – Would you fly in it? I have a car, That goes round, and round in a jar, Inside it is hot, and dark – Would you sit inside and drive it? I have a… Continue reading Possessions of mine