taking time to notice the little things in nature 🙂
humming head – happy hands -hopping feet
taking time to notice the little things in nature 🙂
A storm silenced in the head
Feelings lulled , all put away
But the heart cannot be bluffed , never ,
Says the tear that slips away
Drown yourself in distractions
To believe you just don’t care
Unexpected tears rolling down
Affirm there’s still so much in there
Wear a smile , laugh all you like
Tell yourself it’s all in the past
But salty streams will testify
Some things are here to last
These are pictures of Buddhist architecture in Karla caves , Lonavala ( Mahrashtra).I last visited the place in June and every time I do , I simply marvel at the beautiful horsehoe arch in the chaityagruha .
The pillars , inscriptions , vaulted interiors and intricate carvings tell stories from centuries ago .
Buddhist traders in the deccan contributed to this wonder and it is not difficult to imagine the peace that must have once prevailed in these hills .
The chaitya in Karla is supposed to be one of the largest in India and looks magnificent .
The lion pillar ourside the Chaitya Hall
I have had this in my draft for so long , thought I’d post today
Flirting fuchsia lips
Singing songs of desire
Blushing rosy cheeks
Setting hearts on fire
Subdued ashen shades of silver
Washed onto a vibrant shore
Grooves telling stories in muted tones
Dampened by the billow’s roar
A keen eyed drifter seduced
Dreams fashioned from the splint
The meagre piece preciously reshaped
Where none before had seen the glint.
that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))
This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .
Trees wearing sunny corsages
A glint of gold in a sea of green
Flaming wings of an oriole
With glimmering satin sheen
Opening up to the call of sunshine
Full of hope and mirth and cheer
A tint sometimes , a vibrant splash
Making the blues disappear
Ephemeral petals of a flower
Fluttering plumes I’ve seen by chance
Or sunkissed wings of a butterfly
It makes my soul want to dance .
The feeble voice pleads – Not today
I have things to do , so much to say
To seek pardon from some , to reconcile
Lend me a few hours , let me live a while
The frosty voice says it cannot wait
The script is sealed , this is his fate
Icy cold hands grip and he must go
With death who is neither friend nor foe
His life he sees like he has never seen
Of how he’d lived , how it could have been
Of yesterdays gone by and chances lost
Of pride and ego and what they had cost
He remembers those forgotten friends
Of hearts he’d broken , those he’ll never mend
If only he’d known today was his last
He’d have lived a very different past