The climber

This tree and and the climber in my back yard.



Learning to live together and thus grow and evolve is the biggest lesson to learn.

the garland maker

The precincts of the temple

Under the shade of the tree

I glance upon orange flowers

Between silver threads plaited neatly

With betel stained teeth she smiles at me

And offers the garland to show me

The whiff of the flowers rings in my head

The petals are soft and so delicate

The moment holds me still

Until I descry

That I almost missed her coarse hands

The callused toes and the ill guise

With the polythene bag as her carpet

And a scissor her only device

She cuts the thread thriftily

To hold it between her toes

With the other hand by precision

She knots the flowers in rows

It’s in that instant

I realize that

The story of the garland

Lies unfinished ……

If the garland makers role

Is diminished

I think cats make good sketching models .

quick sketch ..early morning ...looking for inspiration.....

.

Been almost a year since I wrote last. What have I been upto ?

Learning to Run

Hoping,happening, making breaking
Teaching, dreaming, waking, living
Alive again and running again,
Seeing the fate , the murky clouds,
the stormy winds,
pulling back

Pushing myself ,being pulled again...
Walking in stride and stumbling again

Analyzing
solving
preaching
proving

Standing
Walking
Running
Living

smiling again, thinking aloud
Listening to the music again

Looking around,
feeling the breeze,
Sweating through ,
cramps in the knees

Aching ,
Panting ,
Sweating
Stopping
............its overwhelming

I'm smiling because
I'm running again....
tomorrow begins again