A wait so long...
Showing posts with label life and light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life and light. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Festival of Colour
Showing her true colour, Poonam Pandey celebrated Holi by hitting the internet with another raunchy video. Indeed, it was hot. And it's everyone's guess that the Summer will be hotter, if Poonam's around.
Well, this pic is not hot enough. Still, hope you would enjoy it! Dedicating to Holi, and to the sheer love of colours, joy!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Losar- Tibetan New Year
A mask at the door of a Thimphu curio shop
Tibetan new year, Losar starts with colour, pomp and ritual fervour. Losar wishes to Tibetan Buddhists all over the world, especially to my Bhutanese friends.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
To the Mozart of Poetry
a big cloud gives a small rain, one tear,
a small rain-one tear, a dry season.
Tracks lead off into black forest."
- Wislawa Szymborska
Bleak are the days...
To help our Bleaker Parts
Salubrious Hours are given
Which if they do not fir for Earth
Drill silently for Heaven
- Emily Dickinson
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Flying high
tied to the earth, not truly free
but I soared, for a few moments
minutes of flight, steering
winds in the current
the thermals, like the
broad-winged raptors
of this place, eagle and owl,
birds of prey
Airborne in a cocoon,
chrysalid body,
unable to grasp, clutch
prey or perch,
but I was flying
- Raymond A. Foss
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
the soul of flowers
"I love to smell flowers in the dark.You get hold of their soul then."
Anne's House of Dreams
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Saturday, January 16, 2010
clouds compose an evening love song
Evening Love Song
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Ornamental clouds
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins
a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Thursday, May 28, 2009
faceless
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)"
I carry your heart with me, E E Cummings
looking through
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.
When You Come by. Maya Angelou
Monday, March 9, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
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