
Anthony Sattin, an award winning journalist and travel writer in conversation about Nomads: The Wanderers Who Shaped our World, his recent book …
Born Free to Follow your Heart
Anthony Sattin, an award winning journalist and travel writer in conversation about Nomads: The Wanderers Who Shaped our World, his recent book …
Born Free to Follow your Heart
The sky is, was and will be. It stretches out without borders, without interruptions, without contentions, unifying all under its life-giving …
The Sky
First published in Dissent Voice
Freedom is fey. It eludes, seduces with wafting winds, flits with clouds across borders that divide. Yet for that fence, Freedom supped on the blood of men. But did she come? This Freedom with her promise
First Published in Dissident Voice
When peace falls like drops, it drips from a tap and stops. There is no water. No water to be had. How can we look, look for peace...
First published in Dissident Voice
A bird flies to its nest. A blast of fiery sunset explodes with the onset of attempts at peace.
First published in Lothlorien Journal
A Bug’s Fantasy A light bug hovers near a bulb, part of a multitudinous crowd attracted by the brilliance of the shine. This life of mine, the insect thinks, is precious and I will glitter with brightness, be recognised for my refulgence. I am beautiful and unique. My fame will spread far, obliterate even the lamp, the sun, the stars, the moon. A blind...
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First Published in Countercurrents
Stretching far beyond the distant horizons is a mountain where trod the gods on their way to heaven, where mankind prayed for redemption, for a broader vision, for union with universal, infinite energies. The peaks tower snow white — stretch out an awning. Long ago, these were not there. The ranges birthed as two ancient land masses embraced. Their child, these hills, these peaks, the grand Himalayas, the Everest — a love-child, an accident of nature? And yet, they have stood longer than you or me, much longer in history. They stretch towards the clouds, aged50 million… and still growing: man of less than 200,000 years draws lines, boundaries on these hills. Borders of development, economics, politics, intolerance — what do these mountains think?...
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (1869-1948) was an ordinary man who …
Can Gandhi-ism Survive?
Eshechhe Sarat ( Autumn) by Rabindranath Tagore was published in 1937. The poem flows to describe the season of Sarat, or the early part of autumn, …
Rabindranath & Autumn
Wherever I look, a golden light Suffuses a vision of holidays, The festive sun rises in the woods …
Where “Divides of Class, Religion & Ethnicities Collapse”