taking time to notice the little things in nature 🙂
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Month: January 2017
Moist Mirrors
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
Rock-cut splendour : Karla Caves
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
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I have had this in my draft for so long , thought I’d post today
Be your own kind of beautiful : Feathers
Fiery farewell kisses
Pink Passion
Flirting fuchsia lips
Singing songs of desire
Blushing rosy cheeks
Setting hearts on fire
Driftwood
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 .
Equalizer
Death.
Impartial and aloof it waits
Watching with uncolored eyes
Scythe or sword or sceptre
In the end will be equalized
Silken farewell robes will decay
Glorious armor will one day rust
Unstained cassocks and stripes of stigma
All will meet their end in dust
Camouflage : Catch me if you can
Camouflage – a game I love to play !
Yellow
Trees wearing sunny corsages
A glint of gold in a sea of green
Flaming wings of an oriole
With glimmering satin sheen
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Opening up to the call of sunshine
Full of hope and mirth and cheer
A tint sometimes , a vibrant splash
Making the blues disappear
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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 .
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