Research narratives from the F-level
Tales of joy from research. Continue reading Research narratives from the F-level
Category: Vignettes from Sheffield
An out of office reply
Whilst thou searcheth for me utterly, Shalt I be in a faraway place where rain drops would evaporate as they fall on the ground, And Sun’s rays would showeth no mercy and scorch the green leaves and pigs’ backs gladly; And animals of all kinds would stroll leisurely on tarmacked alleys, And the fragrance of many a country flower would waft about, Causing much a … Continue reading An out of office reply
Such a long hiatus
Join me through these new platforms where the aim is to showcase the beauty of thought and the natural world, the words and emotions that comes therewith, Continue reading Such a long hiatus
Human burden and debt for Nature
While the soil parched, and the land wept,
the workers continued their journey of plastic sorting with nimble hands
and yearning thoughts, day and night… Continue reading Human burden and debt for Nature
Le poulet intelligent
En masse the birds flew, past the rotunda,
past the river Seine, past le palais Versailles,
past the retributions of the country folks… Continue reading Le poulet intelligent
Of precipitated thoughts and suspended emotions
With her blinkered vision,
what values would she impart to our future children,
as educators, as parents, as law abiding citizens? Continue reading Of precipitated thoughts and suspended emotions
As estrelas também são solitárias
Nature too seeks
out, and wishes to partake in the beauty of Life. Continue reading As estrelas também são solitárias
A melange of colours
As the long toiled day comes to an end,
and emotions brim to the surface as
we go to bed for another day,
the fingers joyfully play with the colours,
impregnating the imaginations onto a digital canvas, and
the sleep angel dutifully visits the tired eyelids and beckons them to the night land.
This site will house all those imaginations of
many a night from several continents:
www.lightofcommonday.wordpress.com Continue reading “A melange of colours”
Of meetings and unsaid things
the lonesome clouds
and the black bird that perches on their windowsills
day after day Continue reading Of meetings and unsaid things
The meal
Dinner was almost served…
Continue reading The meal
