Travel Poems
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Singing the uhuru burn

The case of chasing sun
a fat girl wedded to life singing the uhuru burn
what will remain of this world
continuity and creativity in uncle hassan’s sleep
losing his spirits walking away from his favorite tree

her signs
his silence
her future poetry

a journey to the stone country on top of a bus with Jews
kiss less day
Taiwan’s highway
Terminal eating
Imagining an Adivasi cinema
Translated museums

is bad hand writing freedom?

Freedom from brain
First the god will die
and soon men.

Love, like living is commerce
and commerce is time

and time
in the case of the chasing sun
that fat girl who wedded to life
kept singing the uhuru burn

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your dreams, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

5 Comments

  1. I loved your poetry reflecting a collage of your travels and accumulated worldviews and loved the image of you under the tree , in a space that seems to be in the most solitary part of earth.

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    • Thank you. Yes, only sometimes poetry comes to me. And mostly when a place awakens every nerve. This day, time and desert was such. So lovely to know you felt not only the poem but photograph too.

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