PRESENTNESS OF THE PAST!

TIME

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LIFE

ROCK MUSIC

Grey mute rocks dull with dried up moss

morph into million caves of asphalt

where dreams,breathless, formless, lifeless,

sleep amid avalanches, dust storms, cloud bursts !

Earth cracks, fire spews, rocks melt, clouds mushroom

Eternal dance of elemental fury…

 

Eons later….

Rocks cool, earth heals , stones sing

In a glazed shallow cup in the rock,

violently fashioned with

the brute force of fire, ice, wind, water,

dewdrops of hope and joy

nestle the song of life!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE MOMENT

SOLITUDE

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MEMORY

TOUCH

A MOTHER REMEMBERS:

The  little Prince Charming

peeped from behind the old pine tree,

and flashed a naughty smile at her,

( The tooth fairy had taken away the two front teeth!)

a tiny cleft on his delicate chin,

Her  hero! with the  loveliest eyes,

alive with so many hows  and whys!

 

With a burst of energy he  ran to her

where she sat knitting socks for him.

Oh no! he tripped and fell just then,

The gravel bruised his tender knees,

A dew drop clung to his eyes, raw with hurt,

And  as for the mother’s heart?

Her heart missed a beat to see him fall,

she held him tight in a warm hug

and showered sweet nothings on him.

(O! a mother’s touch, so loving a touch!)

 

Then evening came and the night was near

(Evenings and nights- the story time!)

he tiptoed into the magic world

of the little red bird lost in rain,

of the runaway steam engine that huffed and puffed,

of  a laughing ghost who cared not scared,

of  the black faced  monkey with  a rope like tail,

of  a little dappled fawn that hopped and skipped..

O!  A funny world of  funny tales!

 

Soon he slipped into a dreamless slumber,

And  a tiny smile touched his angel face.

And his mother? She , too , smiled

and touched her heart,

and asked for God’s loving grace!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SONG OF SILENCE!

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TRUCK ART

GRAFFITI ON WHEELS: TRUCK ART AND CRAFT

Long drives on summer afternoons on burning tarmac is not my idea of fun. Dusty landscape and dried up vegetation offer no solace. When  a few  goods truck passed me on the highway, I seized the opportunity to perk up my listless soul. Like a true seeking soul,  I looked around and finally managed to click a few writings and messages on the moving trucks:

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Apparently, this one looked plain and simple  with nothing  interesting to boast of. On coming closer,  I realized , much to my amusement,  that in smaller print  between the more prominently displayed words,  it was written: “Hans mat Pagli, Pyar Ho Jayega” (Don’t make fun,  crazy girl, you will fall in love”) This looked pretty out of  context here but then what better than a small romantic interlude  for  parched and weary souls!

The next one came with a lot of embellishments. The owner had been quite lavish with this oil tanker painted in bright colors and carrying the image of a bird on its topmost part. To ward off the roaming evil eye, on the small board above the wheels,  it was printed: “Gyarah Ke Phoolon Ki Mala, Buri Nazar Wale Tera Munh Kala”( A garland of eleven flowers will ward off people with an evil eye)- eleven being an auspicious number!

10257350_10202148745586793_1470954422646998696_oFinally, the one i chanced to meet carried a very philosophical approach to life and living. Materialism was bane and not boon and we carried nothing with us on our last journey, the graffiti on the truck proclaimed. The words of wisdom were: “Soch kar Socho, Sath Kya Jayega”( Think and reflect what  will accompany you).What a thought, what philosophy!

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