when I say nothing at all..

word count didn't matter

but

pictures spoke louder

but

actions streamed clearer

but

thoughts travelled faster

but

stillness moved farther

but.........

We need more words today....where's the mind?

The road ahead seems to be left behind.

Oh my God! :)

a He, a She, an It and They

in things that exist, not and may

In search I go around and how

In cycles along, ahead and aloud!

Long ago it was written...

Life is never just ‘one’ to live.

The egg and cocoon had their role to play, for without either, she wouldn’t fly ever. Colours emerged, not her call. Wings aloft, that’s not all. While she enjoyed the flight, the flowers, the spirit, the life, she couldn’t look back. The stages to evolve were too close. The stages bore distance. A distance she loved to travel to soar. A distance she wished she never treaded.

I remember the trip to a zoo, when I was barely two . I wonder if that was the earliest memory. I think my episodic memory is overworked.

Time is a constant. Time is changing. Time - One of those of-the-by-the-for-the creations. What is one minute for the human race? Speed of thought nullifies what time quantifies. I (can) still live one and a half years in the world’s one-minute. Now…What happens to the life I lived in the world’s one and a half years……..???

Three years ago, it ended in the world. But for the mind that defies time as is, there is neither the beginning nor the end.

The egg broke, the cocoon gave way, the wings rose. She flies, she lives. Just that the ‘time’s are different.

eeeaaaoouuuaaayyyy

Little Prince of middle earth
With a vision more than eyes can see
Brings more to waves than dance and spree
For it's that time of magic's birth
Places to go, spaces to fill
He moves around but can never leave
For this gentle soul with much love
Is guiding us all to our free will..

Love you tons and moons.

:)

deseeded watermelon....
fine sand....clean hands....
Sanjay Prasaad Nitesh.....
job well done....
sincere carpenter....
meera maid in heaven.....
music well mixed.....
some poetry born...my camera on song...
a talk with leafhands....
just washed feet an inch lower goes heel....
and on...and on...

the one.

THE doctor all of us know

The soil on which the fortunate grow

A proof that covers can be deceptive

The bare truth, the blessed mind

Much of higher showers & all of life’s find.

Straight from God’s own busy hands :-)

Out to heal few and many.

Cannot ever thank her enough

All the words never match her touch

The healer. The teacher. The seeker. My good karma.

Dr. Lakshmi Prasanna.

naked as we came

In the rustling spring

Through the mystic eyes

Over the seas of joy

From the corners to the clouds

It takes me here and there

The magic of music

The magic of Iron and Wine.

When the number so large,
looms around, I am not so fond.
When the blue sky so big,
blooms above, I am not so sad.

rains

Moist and chilly, green as never before,
I hear the wind rustle, I don't get the song.
They're calling out loud, the shower, the leaves, the cloud,
I nestle in my room, in here my comfort zone,
this hide-out where I'm all alone
can sing me to sleep when I want to
but I don't get to hear the wind, I don't get the song.

unsaid.

i may not look you in the eye
some things are beyond what, where and why
when questions cloud you, and words fail me,
find me reaching for my world that lets me be.