STILL LIFE: Catching some rain drops...

This monsoon season, I happen to travel to Pune and Mumbai on work and collected some rain drops on the way... here it is....

Breeze mopping the slate clean Clouds pregnant with raindrops Sky still remains hung up and grey...

The Pune River, undulating in the fields looked so lovely, early in
the morning, from the window seat that I managed to get...

Even my site, where we are doing interior design, looked fresh... 

As usual, my favorite food joint, Malaka Spices, was decked up in colors
of rains... 

And as usual, I could get an devotee fromOSHO ashram to discuss, things
spiritual along with the current weather... :-)

Worli seaface, welcomed with its rain decked skyline...

And the spider web of the suspension bridge was fresh in
the monsoon shower..

Well rain or sunshine, traffic as usual ...

 

But there is always time enough to catch some falling drops...
along with my niece, on the Worli seaface in Mumbai

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Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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WHISPERS: Another kind of Valentine's Day

A set of Free form Haiku

To read more about Haiku please read this article here...

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Night is knocking

At my door, where you are?

Need my dreams back

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Waiting for the night

To fall; Waiting

To undress her cosmic design

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Love me like

The river loves its banks

In eternal embrace, beginning to end 

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Loving you has been

A search for meaning

Of my being

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I had been through many upheavals in society around me. I have come to realise that tragedies tends to harden oneself and give some kind of immunity from display of emotions. This hardens you to the vagaries of life… which is sad …

When explosion in the German bakery in Pune happened in on 13th Feb, 2010 and I saw next day morning in a news paper, an image of a young girl with sadness writ large on her face, I was strongly moved and that image still haunts me. As the day was a day prior to Valentine's day, I am thinking about some lover's loss of love in this tragedy. I have not tried writing stories in my verse’s but here is one attempt to write a story about one such girl… who in my thoughts lost her friend in the bomb blast...

A follower of Osho, (at right) looks at the site of an
explosion outside a German bakery, in Pune on Sunday. AP

Curtsey: New.MSN.Com

German bakery – 13th Feb, 2010; Pune

Another Valentine’s Day

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The stark morning lights
Of terror strike
Dug deep into soul through her eyes
One by one the tears dropped
Deep in her heart
 German bakery burned in the night

A camera flashed
Framing streaks of pain
Dried up on her face
And captured the essence of human loss
For morning breakfast news
Unmindful, untouched, insensitive
Of her thoughts

As she held on to his hand

Dragged

Walked a little distance
Away
From the prying camera lenses
And the pain within her
Brought back her senses
Into her tormented
Soul

Within the confines of Osho Ashram
She stopped
Slowly her breathing returned
She looked at him,
Searching for words
Deep into his eyes

And said

“Where were you?

Did you forget our valentine date?

Thank God you did not come and I was little late”

As he held her shoulder
Waiting for her to calm down
Facing, her at last, in his own desert spaces
Said

“I promise to meet you, my darling
In another life time,

This time I will also come little late”
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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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