Poor Weather

I feel sorry for the weather. God created the Earth and it is the weather, and only the weather, that we have life on this gorgeous planet. And the whole living and nonliving world glory in each day that the Sun rises and puts on the panorama of weather for us so that we can go about on our prowls. All except the human race. The one race that the creator bestowed the duty to praise and be grateful, begin the day by admonishing the weather. Shame on ye who learnt that dirty habit and double shame for teaching it to the next generation. Ancient civilisations would awaken to worship the weather and this civilization awakens to choke it with criticism. That's sickening the world day in day out. No wonder no one today cares what we do to our climate. And look what that's done for us.
March 26th, 2018

Questy

Each and every human being is born with a Quest - our Quest makes us get up and step up and do something that needs attention, creates conversation, begins understanding, fastens a gaze, awakens the diaspora, digs into beliefs, evaporates fear, nudges the assumption, deepens connection, draws blood, makes tears frightens the status quo, shakes us into laughter, brings hope, shrug obstacles, instigate folklore, lights the world and changes everything!
April 18th, 2018

Framed picture

When the frame is broken, some things just remain the way they are. Sometimes the frame you pay most attention to is just aesthetic, and that's when what's inside is so able to hold your entire picture together.
May 2nd, 2018

Breathing in by the moment

Finding the joy in my own moments, resting in my own company. In nature. Just breathing.
Tasnim Jivaji
July 24th, 2018

Intact me

It's about wanting my attention and how much of me I'm willing to give away.
Tasnim Jivaji
July 25th, 2018

Enough! Don't send any more clowns

I'm afraid we don't stand up enough. I'm afraid we don't say anything, because we are strapped with fear. 

I'm afraid that a horrible holocaust is happening again and we are oblivious. I'm afraid of our boredom, our lethargic apathy. 

A reporter on TV uses her microphone. "Oh!  Please", I hear her say, "I can't endure another word more of the so called war in Arabia. I'm sorry but it's ridiculous!" I'm afraid it's ridiculous, lady - until it's your family that's the walking dead.  

And just like that she made it clear.  Dearly beloved we are not gathered here today to witness what's happening in full view in the Lands we call Holy. 

And then I'm afraid that someone else will stand up and say something, and we won't hear anything while holding up our cell phone cameras.

We are dumb on our smartphones, dumber with every scroll. I'm afraid we're taking sides, side by side of the heinous, worried that we're not afraid, that we're blinded by our new fashionable words.

A generation on a timeline suspended in our moronic views, looking like deer in the headlights to our grandchildren. 

So please, please someone don't send in any more Clowns, just send us a Prophet now. Ok, if that's too much to ask for, how about you send us that mother we're afraid of who's threat of,  "Stop it, you better not make me come over there,"  will make us listen.

Tasnim Jivaji
June 21st, 2018