each a story

To each person is given a story to tell or was it written already?

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industrialism

At this age of ours, one can no longer choose to live idly by  without  being  looked  down

upon or accused of being lazy. Industrialism  and  commercial  achievement  has  taken

over what used to be liveable hinterland where one is awaken by the chirps of  the  birds

instead of the alarm clock and the first thing one sees is the sunrise. Not our toothbrush.

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continuity

One of the most important tenets of  Chinese Art  is ‘continuity’.  A potter is  highly  respected  if

he  could  copy  the  works  of  his  master  to  such  extraordinary   likeness   that   one   cannot

differentiate between his work and that of his master’s. Likewise his master would win praises

for his generosity in imparting his knowledge and skills to his disciple  to  such  a  degree  that

not only his disciple is now at par with him  in  skill  and  creativity,  continuity  is  assured  even

when he dies. From there on, his disciple would be encouraged to develop newer styles under

the watchful eye of his master and that is how  Chinese  Art sustains and  evolve.  Hence  also,

there is no such thing called ‘fakes’ in Chinese Art. Only new or old.

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beacon of hope

I have gotten used to you

who appeared in my darkest hour

and became my beacon of hope

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

to see any good child fatherless

or selfishly shade any good woman

away from the sun

when they deserve so much more

which is how we ended up elevated

under the spotlight of ridicule

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I have gotten used to you

and with you in my arms

we hung on through all storms

fighting with the clouds till it

turns cotton white once more

but I guess I was built never to

be understood by the child

nor the selfishly good woman

of why living with both is better

than choosing either one

which is why you ended up agitated

under the spotlight of scorn

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I have gotten used to you

but the beacon grew weaker

as you snuff me off your schedule

I wasn’t ready to give in

neither was I ready to give you up

but I guess I was built never to

father again another good child

or court again another good woman

then hiding them away from the sun

when I am convinced I deserve none

which is how I ended up dishevelled

away from the spotlight of it all..

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