Neeta is a deeply interesting woman who has a wealth of lived stories to tell and here she shares one with us for which I am very grateful: I landed in Mumbai, an Indian, referred to derogatorily as an NRI (non resident indian) returning home, one might say, a foreigner in a land that I thought would …
Dimmed lights in the silent cinema Warm pop corn on our laps Eyes ready for the action ahead Our hands lightly touching And I’m Breathless with the sweet drama unfolding between us
I watch you, my daughter as you hold your baby close I used to hold you like that…you wouldn’t remember You sit opposite me and we make polite conversation You ask me how my day was and I ask you the same The minute hand ticks by Echoing in the listening room And I wonder …
I met a friend the other day for coffee. We were talking and I noticed that there was something different about her energy. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was there – a change. She told me that she had learnt something about herself, what others project on her, and she was drawing strength from …
Does it bother you? That I care not for the hatred in your voice. Does it frustrate you? That I see not the envy in you eyes. I am more than you know And you do not know me. I have risen out of my Past And rooted myself in my hand sculpted Present You …
Why can’t Friday Magic be the Escape? The retreat to a faraway place To a Memory To a quitened Spirit, A return to Nature Love Laughter Us.
‘Angel on my shoulder’ is a beautiful and kind soul who has always inspired others with her positivity and love for life. Here, she shares her story: I was brought up in a small family of 4, completely obsessed with each other (I do wonder at times if that was such a good thing) – …
Sometimes the magic is so simple. It’s the tree that can weather the Winter. And stand outside your window; unhidden. Tall, strong, unrelenting and beautiful.
I found myself needing to phone a friend the other day. Life was a little grey and I needed some sunshine; so that’s what I did. I phoned a friend. I rang S explaining my current state and before I had even put the phone down I heard the screech of brakes outside my apartment. “Darling, I’m here…” she …
Bubbles transform, swirl, float Their light reflecting a thousand promises You laugh and jump high breathlessly wanting to catch their magic Delicate creatures floating high above you Dreams softly drifting through space Pop! Tiny drops of water splatter over your flushed face magic immerses into your skin And you look up to the heavens.
Into the Mirror I look Wearing the golden mask, Into the night I move. Your soulful heart, the beat To which I dance.
My daughter, you look exquisite adorned in red I’m dripping in the murder of Me We’ve bought you the most expensive gold necklace It chokes me, burns into my skin. I am on display. I am sold. Look, the henna decorated onto your hands. So pretty – the perfect shade of red. This blood it …
The rough blue stone that I am holding is one of my most precious important stones. It is called Turquoise and is one of the oldest protection amulets and helps form a strong connection to the spirit world. Its tradition is to be given to you by a loving friend and when it is (as …
Silently, I gaze into my mirror My face bare, looking back at me I look at the outline of my features, the familiar moles, the shape of my lips, And smile. I am Quiet Laid out in front of me are my pots of colour, ebony khol, brushes and bright liquids I am captured by …
You find me fascinating, I know you’re watching me. I’m laughing and you move closer, You’re taking me in. The curve of my hips; the fragility of my waist You want to touch my thick, black hair My incandescent fertility transformed into your raging lust I smile. I’m inviting you closer You like my dark …
A small fragile seed planted within a well of Darkness Tossed around by Pain , Sorrow, Confusion. The seed so small embeds itself, keeps itself Safe. The seed with a pulse, beats with Love It defies the Darkness and begins to grow, expanding, no mirror to show masks. It grows, my Soul. The seed grows …
‘But you don’t have to go from one place to another’ (a boy living between two homes says to his mother, aged 11) “Your Life should have began as a blank canvas. Where your loved ones painted beautiful colours for you to grow in, We should have taken care We didn’t. The Colours faded and …
I have a friend who I care for very much who sort of disappeared on me over the last 2 years when I needed her most. I had had a baby and after a traumatic birth found myself stuck behind the foggy mist of post-natal anxiety. While my life turned upside down and I was … Continue reading
Two years ago the incredible talented David Bowie sadly passed away, and the world lost a music genius. A few years earlier I had been fortunate enough to visit the David Bowie exhibition in the V&A museum, London. He had been heavily involved in the curation and what was presented was a unique and beautiful event. … Continue reading
I’d started to get fed up of watching you do nothing, You’d come back from school and sit for hours in your room headphones blocking out all sound, I wanted things to change. I wanted to be heard. So I told you That I couldn’t take it anymore I’ve had enough of being ignored all day … Continue reading
‘Hygge’ is what drew me to Copenhagen. The Danish word which has no direct equivalent in English, encompassing a feeling of cosiness, intimacy, friends, family and being present. As the long winter nights have begun to settle into London I was eager to see how the Danes managed it. On Friday I flew out to … Continue reading
As I grow older, I find myself thinking about my parents more. I think about who they were before children came into the their lives. Perhaps, becoming mother again has made me want to hold onto some of who I was before my life became consumed by sleep routines, or lack of, and baby giggles. … Continue reading
I’ve never actually stopped being in contact with Harriet. We speak regularly, and she stays with me whenever she comes down to London. She is my closest friend, by trade she is an Artist but she is also one in her heart and soul. We have always been connected through our love of the creative, … Continue reading
This summer a friend came to stay with me who I hadn’t seen for ten years. A close friend who I admired greatly, with whom there were long lengths of time where there was no contact at all. This has happened to me before, where people I have loved and shared my heart with have … Continue reading
I had been meaning to shuffle my tarot cards for a while and pick one, to use as a lens to see the world through, but have found it very difficult to find any time to do so. In fact, at present if you’re going to hear me say anything it’s this: ‘I don’t know … Continue reading
When I was little I used books as stepping stones into new imaginary worlds As I grew, forgotten in teenage silence, reading transported me to foreign lands where I was accepted and unafraid. I sought refuge in the sentences writers constructed, their words, my strength , releasing me from systems I could not understand. As … Continue reading
When Rebecca was born, S and I started to have similar dreams. In the early hours of the morning, eyes exhausted with the desperation for more sleep and bodies yearning to return to bed, we would mumble our dream to the other. ‘I dreamt last night our house had an extra room which I never … Continue reading
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