Month: December 2013

We don’t need no education

Starting at the age of three, play and colours introduce us to the world. This quickly moves into the basic concepts of math, language and writing. We talk, make friends and develop from frugal little beings into bouncy humanoids that race around the kitchen table spouting newly invented phrases and words. In high school, we learn how to conjugate être and avoir, we learn how to measure the diameter of a circle, we learn about Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. This continues for six years, and we learn many matters of supposed relevance. We make friends, some kisses here and there, muck around drinking beer, but most of all develop values, those internal guidelines, that often stick with us for the rest of our lives. Up to this point, education is undeniably a vital part in the development of your knowledge and your personae.

that feeling forever

there and then
it started with a grin
thrown at that lovely face
carved out with careful grace

with courage found late
I asked her on a date
to somewhere hidden away
where perhaps we could play

so it was in the park
under the chirp of a lark
our first kiss
O joyful bliss!

later her lips pressed on mine
we moved closer to intertwine
it left us in a state
where we were but bait

for Time to drudgingly destroy that feeling forever

On modern art

“Why Your Five Year Old Could Not Have Done That” is a bestseller book at the Tate Modern shop. It is an obvious sign that we struggle understanding modern art. We crave for explanations that can answer that nagging question of why something so seemingly insignificant, something so seemingly simple can generate so much money and be praised by a small group of people. Oftentimes, it would not be hard to make the work you’re looking at yourself, nor is it even aesthetically pleasing. Where are the Renaissance paintings so intricate a magnifying glass reveals details not visible with the bare eye? We want to see the time and effort that has crept into creating a work of art before we could truly call it art. But we try to understand modern art. We visit modern art exhibitions and try our absolute best to grasp some meaning behind it. Yet the question of why the doodle you’re looking at would be art lingers subconsciously in your mind. Have modern artists pushed it too far? Genuine questions that cross everyone’s mind, including mine.


every snowflake of another winter
every hidden street discovered
every kiss from different lips

moulds me dissimilar to that previous me

on the basis of life
who I was before
remnants remain

Mothers matter most

The stages of life divide the life of a person. I have gone through childhood, puberty, adolescence and now daresay I am on the brink of adulthood. I met many people, some of whom I liked, some of whom I hated, some of whom I loved, some of whom I forgot about. The love I gave and received fluctuated between stages and between people. Each stage I went through had its particular lows and highs, with all of them being very different from each other. There was only one constant during these stages. The unlimited love from my mother.