Rare gems

In present times there are certain qualities and traits that have become very hard to find...
it is this rarity that makes them exceptionally compelling.

Know thy Now

"Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were."
Marcel Proust

Isn't it true?
Our erring memories tend to paint the past either in vivid bright shades or in depressingly dark colors.
The truth and it's full potential lies in the present moment... a beauty and stillness too if one can willingly surrender to it.

The Cup is back!

There is a spring in the step,
an unshakable grin
euphoria permeating every patriotic cell of mine

sleep might elude me tonight
but today was a very special day :-)

Weird things extreme excitement can induce: Had an urge to watch Tanu weds Manu following the post-match celebrations...and as expected Pappi ji has totally upped my feelings :D

Have been 'yaay'ing at regular intervals today, time to rest my vocals now.

Nurturing Nature

‘There are so many trees in the forest,’
said Rakesh. ‘What’s so special about this
tree? Why do we like it so much?’

‘We planted it ourselves,’ said
Grandfather. ‘That’s why it’s special.’




‘Just one small seed,’ said Rakesh, and
he touched the smooth bark of the tree
that had grown. He ran his hand along
the trunk of the tree and put his finger to
the tip of a leaf.

‘I wonder,’ he whispered.
‘Is this what it feels to be God?’


From Ruskin Bond's The Cherry Tree

Goddess of Dawn

In total awe of the spectacular sky display I witnessed today evening.
The Legendary Auroras were on display... and mighty good they were, considering it is hard to spot them here in Umeå (amongst the city lights), and I caught them parading about in the clear star studded sky, in my night clothes staring out the kitchen door of my flat.
I had almost resigned myself to the idea that I might have to travel

up north to catch 'em.

They popped out of the sky,
white and emerald green
wispy like a cirrus cloud
snaking around the next
appearing one end
bobbing away the other
the sky their canvas
a pretty picture they made

the mighty Auroras
came calling tonite

A moment of revelation

A dream's dusk..
(proved to be)
a truth's dawning,

of lives imprinted
countless the number

In a flash they passed
and I knew
I had lived here, cycles aplenty

Life as I know it, is fleeting

(Yes)I had an encounter with truth
'twas at the edge of a dream.

From 'Signet of Eternity'

This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
where shadow chases light
and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies,
greet me and speed along the road.
My heart is glad within,
and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door,
and I know that of a sudden
the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone.
In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

Tagore's Geetanjali

(I will keep posting excerpts or entire poems from this collection. The beauty with which Tagore has described his Love and longing for Him is at times indescribable.)