Blending truth, senses, and poetry
An approximately 130 years old brand, calling itself the perfect scotch is what Black Dog is all about. Yes, someone did once describe this scotch as sunlight held together by water… though I’m sure Sir Walter Millard, a Scot, might not have agreed to the technicalities of the phrase but would surely have loved the...
‘Hair! Hair!’ said the head and held a dove to signal peace!
There is no myth that I have encountered anywhere or any time about doves flying in to rescue balding heads but yes, hair has certainly always been a major obsession with most of humanity. The title of this article is a pun and the dove held high is a symbol of hair care that civilization...
Three Haikus
Three Haikus Leaves are words, leafless trees can also say a lot. All seasons live life. *** A few syllables wanting to dance together Why give them a name? *** moving ahead missing giant slug emerging Arvind Passey 11 August 2011 Featured image credit: Edstrip
Poems have no caste
Poems have no caste… and yet I will insist that they also need to be classified. Just as we humans are all the same, yet it helps to have us classified into races, creeds, cultures, regions, castes, and also by language, habits, disabilities, gender and there could be many other forms that even I may...
