“a Woman of Essence”- Dr. Deepa Ram

verisimilitudo

a seemingly true actual reality

One has varied desires interests, many dreams, plenty of wants and free to get into any of those, tagging it as freedom but is one really free? While it’s true, i love to sing and i will sing any time i wish to, but i am a mere subjected mask…  i am enveloped  swallowed by cautiousness  to please others… it isn’t a pure freedom, i must perform clean render practice worry __anxious to conquer other’s passion race religion language nation, like the endless flow of sea waves in this vastness of the world. 

Because finding moi singing for myself alone, would eventually be a boredom. Freedom goes hand on hand with conquering, i become a fighter a survivor __capturing an inner victory that must be reached attained, to catch that silence of joy ! deepa final HD WOE 2019 photo

Dr. Deepa Ram, is an Indian born, Australian poet, artist, lecturer and Scientist. She did her schooling in India,  and secured her phD in Chemistry. Later, she migrated to Australia where she currently works for Deakin College. She lectures Chemistry to students from around the globe, and actively engaged in Science Education research.

Poetry, music and painting was in her veins right from childhood, although she pursued Science as her profession. She was selected as one among the five best International Poet of 2016 by the World Union of Poets and has innumerable publication of poems in many global anthologies including The World Poetry Book and The World Peace Anthology. Her poems were recited in British radio podcasts. Her publication, The Inner Quiet was displayed at the Los Angeles Times Festival of books. She is also a vocalist and Veena player. She has also participated in many International art exhibitions, to name a few, Alliance Francaise in India, Index exhibition, World Trade Centre Dubai, Emirates Plalace, Abudhabi, and the New York Art Expo.

 

Yes… Deepa has the youth the beauty the health the opportunity the time the space, she is a very much an accomplished woman, yet she still has to smile and cry, talk and listen, allure contemporaries, bothers, sisters, friends, parents… to belong  to. We determine what we want, the world determines how we handle it. Freedom in a sense is an abstract dream. 

Deepa wrote a poem sometime in 2015: 

The Journey too long and heavy

slow tread, trembling,

with crossroads and detour,

I find myself a sinking star

on the isle of wild blue yonder.
I bleed as I tread through
the sharp stones on my swollen creeks.
Demons laugh, I ignore,
the world is too small for its deceptive lanes.
Death mean it, but not to yield to,
for the purpose hold its beacon high
and swing to and fro as the path narrows.,
I read myself, but it little profits me,
as my vaulted wishes cry for mercy.
Life seems so meaningless,
as I try to swim on swamp.
Where am I now
And my distant cloud who wrap me warm?

Dr. Deepa Ram  05 june 2025

my perceptive version au contraste:

i trut trutting 

a turtle trut

bumps and corners

bother me not

my  thoughts

are focused

laughters sneers

kicks stamps 

hit me 

hah! my hardback…

but i arrived

still whole. 

my freshness

against fastness

is their death

my victory? 

_ade caparas manilah

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Loneliness has put me in its own image. Having fun with my imaginary friends, I’m dying of self-esteem in my kulsitamāya singularity, the organic expression of truth and life. I was proud of the raṅgāviṣkāra of the fake human being, and followed the heroes of my race as a madness.

I was searching for me in the darkest parts of my rented house. I can hear the vibration of my blood in the flowing rivers. The useless hands that were blooming in the spiders of the trees that were blooming there were māṭiviḷiccukeāṇṭēyirunnu me. The tongue culture that praises my naked body knows the words that have been letter against me with the vyākulatakaḷēāṭe of a hunter. My kaṇṭhanāḷattile uminīർ kurukkukaൾ in black clouds. The violent winter that came out of the fake memory of the black sky made my dead flesh a black light.

Green Assault

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I have lately been working on some political topics with a new political party… 

this one is a bit of comedy, kinda dark but still.

If you have concerns of 5g make a share..

 

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Deepa, a verisimilitudo, have accomplished beautifully in her given freedom, she has  penetrated and has attained all  her desires, but at the end, still succumb  to the whiles of this world, her hopes her fears her imagination her perceptions, all  habits of sensibility are subjected  to customs traditions and values which have been handed down to the whole world commencing from our first parent. Now, are we born free? Free to have but still have to conform? Are you giving me a free cup of coffee but still have to drink it accordingly?__ade c. 2019

comments by: Dr Jernail S Aanand

critical analysis by: Prof. Cijo Joseph Chennelil

to follow upon publication

 

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