Forest

The forest is born and reborn every moment. One leaves behind the noises of a confused mind and enters the sanctuary with anxious footsteps Winds snake through your hair, snakes slither calmly across the prehistoric floor Flowers Grow and regrow with the changing skies With the passing seasons one forgets the past and comes to…

Prelude from a New Poetry Series : Montages

Copyright:  Ishan Sadwelkar No part of this writing may be reproduced without the consent of the author ________ This is the first poem from a new series I’ve started titled Montages. Montage 1 On the surface it was just jazz Standards 6/8. The time was 6.45 a.m. or p.m. I was unaware in walks a lonely father…

Food Escapades – New Martin, Colaba, Mumbai

Yesterday evening a dear friend and I were in Goregaon and decided to eat something good. I’m used to traveling long distances just for good food, so we hopped onto a fast train to Churchgate, walked to Taj and then turned into one of those beautiful lanes to end up at one of my favourite…

A Film About Two People

I’m currently writing a film about two people and their private lives. Their solitude and loneliness concerns me.  Writing a film about two different individuals and their inner lives is a fascinating and meditative experience. Getting into their worlds without leaving your mark, without moving or displacing anything, roaming around like a ghost within their homes…