The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…
Tag: Authenticity
Too many cooks did not spoil the broth!
I keep trying, experimenting food. Beautiful cuisines, a plethora of ingredients, a variety of recipes. This time however, it was another facade about cooking that enthralled me over the simplicity of food. It comes out we have become very rigid about how we want to shape our lives or instead how we want to explore…
How it all came to life…
A blue porcelain set, a chopstick alone, sit still in the glass case, one’s lined with gold, one’s stringed to solitude, as both wear a worn- out face. I look at both, and the things that I own, and so many are just a question, do I own them? are they mine? I have so…
Sui Generis 