Hibernation by Mina Laksh
A poem about moods, nostalgia, times past, of the crusades that evolve within our minds.
Time by Mina Laksh
it controls; sometimes devastates and sometimes plays games. time – is as you see it/want it.
Do I Believe? by Mina Laksh
A woman, a Greek, a papaya tree.
The artist wife compares nature to Bresson and Freda khalo . She lives a boring life, where the house chores are her only company. But finds a friend in a face that mesmerises her and a wire mesh that resembles a bresson collage.
MAGICIANS by Mina Laksh
Sometimes magic can be surreal and bizzare. It can also be dark. And when you live alone in a small studio the mind can play games. this was one of them.
Africa (i have seen the dew drops fall.... by Mina Laksh
Lines that i wrote one evening in between sandwiches and tea. Africa flashed back, the women that walked across my street relived and i must have been nostalgic..for the sights, the sounds and the melodies she sang. A time when i spent some good days.
