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 !
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
hah! my hardback…
but i arrived
is their death
_ade caparas manilah
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.
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..
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