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A R T S O C By Veneeta Singha

T H U R S D A Y , J U L Y 3 1 , 2 0 0 8transience

have you wished for a day,

have you spoken the moment,

have you longed for the breeze,

have you sung for solace?
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2/26

W E D N E S D A Y , J U L Y 3 0 , 2 0 0 8

Lyrics

a flame of stones,

the fire in the grass,

turning like embers,

the essence untouched.
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3/26

a home for the heart

a home for the heart,

the soul will seek rest,

a feeling is like the sea,

the sands delineate the boundary.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-for-heart.htmlhttp://bp1.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SI56OwJqnNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Djk5P3UMIwc/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13rev29july.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-for-heart.html


4/26

a fugue

cymbals and scores,

i flounder in trust,

there could be music,

but i reawaken their seasons.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/fugue.htmlhttp://bp0.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SI3RCzPSfTI/AAAAAAAAAZA/d0wAp2oYcHA/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges28rev21.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/fugue.html


5/26

S U N D A Y , J U L Y 2 7 , 2 0 0 8

a bay

a bay of moments,

the harbour untouched,

seaweed thrown to ankles,

hands that shape the sand,

where is the anchor?
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6/26

intertextuality

paint by texture,

colour of shades,

sharpened in form,

lightened by interplay,

modern by design?
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7/26

S A T U R D A Y , J U L Y 2 6 , 2 0 0 8

render

render the thought,

render the flight,

render the feeling,

render the fruit.

into a moment,

into a cache,

into a screen,

into the history.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/render.htmlhttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/render.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIvwodMoEQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GRbWeHi_vww/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13revjuly27rev3.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/render.html


8/26

crimson

a crimson arch,

follows the sun,

rests with the leaves,

grass on the pavements,

whiling away necessity,

cliffs that cling,

my friends of blue skies,

my philosopher in prose,

my guides of memory,

tomorrow is full,

as was yesterday.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/crimson.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIvbI09GAPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/m5ZO-cEKCd4/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13rev27.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/crimson.html


9/26

a turn

a turn of fate,

who leaves the stronger,

in verse for life,the path cherished,

the stranger known,

the symbol unspoken.

how do they cry?

for the stranger of tokens,

a spurned moment,

turned fiery with a song,

we laugh to shadows,

I smile for the words.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/turn.htmlhttp://bp0.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIsLvdFuyHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VNmDMGnJGgk/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edgesofheaven26ii.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/turn.html


10/26

F R I D A Y , J U L Y 2 5 , 2 0 0 8each word

as with life, the word is sown,

as with rain, the voices drown,

as with summer, winter has flown.
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11/26

Salut!

where once there was water,

now there is a pearl,where once I was a spot,

now I am an oval,

where once we were a shell,

now we could be the ocean.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/salut.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIkvtzp02zI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_BtlVzOR3aI/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges10rev25ii.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/salut.html


12/26

a being

some say there is hope,

you say there will be more,

they say you are hope,

did I say you would be more?
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/being.htmlhttp://bp1.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIgF4xB4czI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xNuQx_VTXAc/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges11revjuly24rev7.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/being.html


13/26

reverberating

an echo of a tear,

sounds of old silences,

reflections in a reverberation,

mirrors of a string.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/reverberating.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIctQ18mG9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/kxxB04_J0NE/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13revjuly23xxx.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/reverberating.html


14/26

an alley

a twist me not,

a flower of porcelain,

a gale of senses.

a laden stone,

a path of rust,

somewhere in my soul.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/alley.htmlhttp://bp3.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIcEffRxTNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5kjK3ECAhbo/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges10rev23julyrevii.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/alley.html


15/26

T U E S D A Y , J U L Y 2 2 , 2 0 0 8

Is this illusory?

a sharp twinge,

caught in a line,

trembling for words,

treating the dream.

did I miss the nuance,

did I forget the turn,

did we narrate without persuasion,

did I interact without meditation?
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-illusory.htmlhttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-illusory.htmlhttp://bp3.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIXt0E-YutI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BNMatXqxKy0/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edgesofheaven22rev2.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-illusory.html


16/26

M O N D A Y , J U L Y 2 1 , 2 0 0 8

a sieve

as I watch the golden earth,

as I touch the silver strain,

as I tumble upon the carpet of greens,

I find the drop, the harp and the coil.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/sieve.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIRpKMWIANI/AAAAAAAAAWg/KEDMKwsxtE8/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges21rev3.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/sieve.html


17/26

S U N D A Y , J U L Y 2 0 , 2 0 0 8

a vale

a vale surrounded,

a veil decorated,

a tale of two souls.

colour will enrich,

strength in the hour,

ardent hands of destiny.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/vale.htmlhttp://bp3.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIPsOCuCcqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/V9szGjC0NtM/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges11rev21iv.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/vale.html


18/26

cloudy days

are you a cloud?

a storm?

a moment?

are you a note?

a jingle?

or a song?

are you my muse?

my gift?

or my ruse?
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/cloudy-days.htmlhttp://bp1.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIMhoDUoOqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lhms06M9k74/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges11rev20a.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/cloudy-days.html


19/26

S A T U R D A Y , J U L Y 1 9 , 2 0 0 8when the doves fly

softly they sway,

gently they fly.

wings and shards,

of broken paths.

feathers of peace,

have shown again.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-doves-fly.htmlhttp://bp1.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIKbCnHzERI/AAAAAAAAAV4/T_RBKdEwzXw/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges10revjuly20x.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-doves-fly.html


20/26

F R I D A Y , J U L Y 1 8 , 2 0 0 8

rencontre

deemed a token,

redeemed by a word,

shaken and spoken,

the pledge newly awoken.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rencontre.htmlhttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rencontre.htmlhttp://bp0.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SIFCLlpPGrI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iw2iyRJ_ac8/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13revjuly19iv.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rencontre.html


21/26

an edifice

though time may play,

songs and strings,

in time you see,

through all the beginnings.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/edifice.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SICDDR1T2-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BJF1hMQm5Co/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edgesjuly18rev3.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/edifice.html


22/26

T H U R S D A Y , J U L Y 1 7 , 2 0 0 8

walkingI walk in the shadow of my senses,

I talk to the shadow of my spirit,

I live to fulfill,

I sigh to rest.

If you are my spirit,

I can be the shadow,

If you are my sense,

I can be the rest.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/walking.htmlhttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/walking.html


23/26

W E D N E S D A Y , J U L Y 1 6 , 2 0 0 8

a waterscape

water - I am light,

light - I breathe air,

air - I breathe water,

clay - I am moulded.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/waterscape.htmlhttp://bp0.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SH6tIasvLLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f39zDfISCR4/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13revjuly17.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/waterscape.html


24/26

rekindle

a flamenco in verse,

a boyhood word,

a satrap in chains,

guile agile and awhile.

wonder in form,

where is it rekindled?
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rekindle.htmlhttp://bp2.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SH1Od0aEOBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/x7wcDpyaCWs/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13rev16julyiii.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/rekindle.html


25/26

"light my lucky!"

"light my Lucky!"

so says the time,

so says the moment,

so goes the tune,

so sure of its rhythm!

my time is light,

my time is rhyme and reason,

my moment in the sun,

my sunshine and my rain.

who says we are,

so says we must,
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-my-lucky.htmlhttp://bp1.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SHyeX8FQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SsLHdBLZZaA/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13rev17.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-my-lucky.html


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who can be rhyme,

must also be reason.

S U N D A Y , J U L Y 1 3 , 2 0 0 8

awash in the waves

waves that cry,

waves that see,

waves they cannot be.

waves in my mind that I cannot free.
http://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/awash-in-waves.htmlhttp://bp0.blogger.com/_lW7IW53WA3w/SHq3u4E161I/AAAAAAAAAT4/T40imbFee6I/s1600-h/Louvre_artifact_08_bluejune21_edges13rev14julyrev12.jpghttp://himartsoc.blogspot.com/2008/07/awash-in-waves.html

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