Friday, December 16, 2011

chasing rainbows ..

.. may be a fruitless task, but is enchanting for sure !




question: should it be "may" in the above sentence, or "might" ?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

reflections


Things are seen much clearer,
when the canvas holding the tapestry
is calmer, free of wrinkles.

However, it takes a long time for the storm-ripples to subside ..

Hurricanes hardly come alone.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

the one that flew away.


It spread out its wings to land, but I needed all the space for myself. I shooed it away.
It hovered for a while, but then got tired and went looking for another spot.

Now that its flown, it's quite not the same anymore. I keep scanning the grey horizon for a glimpse...

Thursday, August 25, 2011

a delicate balance



Settling, is a tricky thing.

For one used to live out of a suitcase, its quite unfamiliar ground - one where you acquire a lot of extra baggage, and add/subtract activities to get the balancing act right. A huge lot of additions and subtractions. can't resist adding a quip about multiplication as well...

People around provide assurances by pointing out other stacked pebbles and how well they have held against time.

But somehow, it still feels that the slightest gale could bring things toppling down.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

even grander than *the grand*

A trip to antelope canyon is like you have been tripping on something incredible.



Gives a new meaning to the term "water colour painting". After all, the water has been working at it since about a million years.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

the roads i took




Two paths, each made of wood
Looked down both, and try as I could
Was any better? I could not sense.

I walked down one, it ended soon;
Took the other on my return
It made not the slightest difference.


I need to get better at path selection :)

Thursday, May 5, 2011

blind spot

There's still no light at the end of the tunnel, but the tunnel itself has morphed into a blazing cacophony of all sorts of green. Bright. And beautiful. Seduces you away from plodding away behind that elusive light.

You can stay strong and continue the search.

You can flirt awhile, rejoice in the spring, soak in the summer sun, and then make a scrambled move on, when the hardships of winter come knocking again.

Or, you can stay enamored for a lifetime. Now, would that be such a bad thing ?