Friday, March 30, 2012
Memories
Memories holds my hand
firm and tender
and don't let me fall
they bring along rush of feelings
some ill timed tears
and some unanticipated laughter
in bad times
in good times
a companion through it all
was it like that,
did it feel that way
questions linger, filling my empty heart
Some paths we travel
I vividly remember
some I can't place at all
no matter how much time passes
each moment printed in memory
feelings preserved
people etched
faded faces
half baked names
some I can't forget
some hard to recall
I live by them or live because of them
when I stumble and stumble I will
these memories hold my hand
stand me up, stand me up tall
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Borrowed time...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A tiny bit crazy?!
We all need to be a little bit crazy at most times of our lives to achieve anything.
We, as human race, need to be a little bit crazy at most times to explore anything.
Look at these pictures...
I rest my case.
We need to keep alive that crazy voice inside us
that makes us do these things
because these things lead to anything at all
or perhaps everything
It leads us to what can be done, found, explored, worked out...
Only a crazy can stir the frenzy of ideas
Stimulate curiosity to find ways and places
and strength to push through...
A tiny bit crazy is not good...it is essential.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Aaj...
आंखें जो मैने बंद की
सोचा
नींद आये शायद, कोई ख्वाब आये, सुकून आये
ख्वाब आये
मगर ना सुकून आया
और ना ही फिर नींद आई
वो ख्वाब था
या उस सपने के चन्द टूटे हुए हिस्से थे
जो मैंने जागती आख़ों से देखा था
बिखरे हुए कुछ टुकड़े
जो कहीं खो गये थे मुझसे
बिना मुझे बताये
जुड़ गये
सपना खुली आँख का ना सही
बंद आँखों का ख्वाब बन गये
Monday, March 19, 2012
Guess what...
Spring shows up early morning today!
How do I know?
Plants leaked the news. Actually, it was a delightful execution.
They got the memo...all of them at exactly the same time.
And, they filled the space with resplendent colors and delicious fragrances of flowers.
It really feels like plants got the message and went to work...turning eveything into art gallery overnight.
Cherry Blossom made me fall in love with that pink that I swore I'd never take a liking to.
Lavender and Magnolia, Tulips and Dafodills – all are competing...oh and those dogwood trees!
Don't be fooled by silly names, they are all bringing it.
Don't sit tight...take a walk...keep your eyes wide open...the show is about to begin.
Let your senses take in the drama
It is the beginning
of the mighty spring!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
The white mountain
Shasta...the white mountian. It stands different and it stands tall.
A recent trip to shasta and I saw some things that I don't associate with this hood.
Eeerie silence on freeway and around lake making it seem like ghost-town.
Long, dark patches of nothingness.
Lots of 'Got Weed?' mugs in gas stations.
Shasta, and its seasons, are very disparate.
Hot and lively or cold and silent.
The winters are cold but peaceful - not a soul on trails, not a fisherman in sight, not a creature lurking in or around the five fingered water-body.
The house-boats, like parked cars, line up the docks...the gentle tap of water throws them against docks and the a faint echo drowns in shallow blue-greem slime of lake.
The sun creeps across the lake gently and steadily...its rhythm matching the sound-less beat of still water.
The tips of shasta briefly peek thorugh the ever-present lenticular cloud. They shine in setting sun like golden inverted cones and then blush away in shades of pink and orange.
There's something about evenings in mountains. It is as if cold and silence are out to play as moon shines over snow turning it into silver playground. And then there is a storm brewing...
Watching snow move through a valley is like looking at white sheets being blow dried in air...cotton ripping from the sheets like crumbs.
A mountian so isolated and yet so dominant. A poet describes it as -"Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California."
On a clear day it can be seen from fifty to undred miles away. If anything it teaches us to stand tall even with our peculiarities.
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