Try These 8 Joys of Hygge Season Tonight

Since making it to the Oxford Dictionaries’ Word of the Year shortlist in 2016, the Danish “hygge” [ hue-guh] lifestyle struck a more global impact than it had over the past two hundred years. Every year, new “hygge” books spring up on bookshelves and fresh translations try to convey its magic air to non-Danish ears. With definitions…

To Be or Not to Be: That is Not the Question

Every so often, we find ourselves inside a trap where the only ‘right’ exit seems tightly shut. Whether it’s a life situation that seems to corner us, an emotionally unavailable person who remains closed off despite our best intentions, or a psychological state that we’re just unable to conquer. Whatever form it takes, the dead-end…

The Unsettling Mission of a Masterpiece

Art, creation, creativity: however we name the human will and capacity to extract, metamorphosize and immortalize the fleeting vapors of the imagination, intellect, senses and emotions, the enigmatic process seems to place recurring question marks after every implied full stop of rationalization. Whence did Art as such come into being in the human soul? Why…

Two Great Minds on the Dark Night of Existence

Quite reasonably, the search for freedom always begins with some sort of confinement — even a newborn child is born out of the “confinement” of a womb which it must break through to come to light. To think that there’s nothing more to life than the womb would be an immense mistake.

My essay in Adelaide Literary Magazine

What are the roots of the word “culture”,  why has it been so mistreated in our time, what’s the link with Time and love, and what does the definition really represent, today? Read various (provocative) thoughts, in my essay “The Pains and Prize of Remembering Time”, now available in the November issue of  Adelaide Literary Magazine….

Poetry as thought

It has become very popular these days to “let go of thought”.  But I love silence and I love to think.These two had never asked me to choose between them. Poetry is simply my journal of thought. Here is today’s entry. Thou Art A broken flower of the world shoved in a glass jar on…

Black Holes

A long traveler with poor sight, I stroll across a street lined with sharp eyes. Twinklers with no birth dates, their gaze pins me down from heights of great pillars unsplashed by the common sea. Some strange and proud, still others so sweet, eyes lovely; these would gladly make me forget the lies, emptiness, worm-holes…

The Age of Emotional Innocence

How  does a young human being go about learning of its inner self? In this era of the new “great depression,” seeking answers too often resembles standing in front of a shattered mirror with a pile of fractured and broken pieces and no reflection. Whilst outside booms the 21 century. Seeing no reflection, one just…

Sounds of Verses

The idea of explaining music or putting it into words has never been sympathetic to me. Superficial talks about the nature of Music also leave me untouched and  skeptical, even more so now than before. I had held many such talks, I believed in them, I was  disappointed in them. They resembled 50/50 versions at…