Before

momentscatch off guardcause a churnspill out as wordsI don’t know what isinspiration a thought or remarka memory sparkeda wound that hurtsa fire that burnswithout a care orconsternation it fears notreprisal or responsea comma or pausefor a worthwhile causechanges the sentence; notexpression it may feel empty laterbut who caresit leads to moretill creativity ensnaresa brush, fingers … Continue reading Before

Be grateful

A pet works hard to build a connection with us, and gets entwined with the owner’s life. How can we be so naïve to make them fit into our lifestyles, without understanding their worlds, mindsets and biological instincts? A Google search shows me several articles – all from sellers of pet products. There needs to … Continue reading Be grateful

Marigolds

We are celebrating Diwali this week, and seasonal flowers (marigolds) are used to the maximum in worship rituals and festival decor. The pictures show 3 ways in which I used marigolds on the main festival day (12th Nov'23)

Deep inside

God, show me your faceI want to believe in youdon't peep through flowersshow your art; jump from the skystraight into my doubting heartI hear the heartbeat louder Sunday Confessionals

Spooky

Spooky is whatever our senses are not trained to interpret or understand. It lies outside the domain of ordinary life. My maternal grandfather had to reach his village where his wife was counting her last breaths. The bridge on the river he had to cross had broken down, and he was wondering if he will … Continue reading Spooky

Change

changecan'tinsist,draw uponconsistency - tolose original character.it needs to ride high on time; emerge victorious. Sunday Confessionals - Change

Dormiveglia

Depths of subconscious crossOver what we callRealityMind operates at different levelsIntelligence suspendedVeers over bit and piecesEmotions buried in the nightGrowing awareness of the dayLilting music of dawnInsides churn, as the dayAwaits action at outer levels Sunday Confessionals at MLMM

In process

Image credit: Reena Saxena caterpillars waitin the throes of creationready to emergeand fly - waiting for right winds,unseen shores, defined targets Sunday Confessionals