It is cold. And quiet. It will get more so as the December chill peaks.
Eat healthy. Stay warm.
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Solitary Sentinel
Tag: photography
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Poem – Of Death, and Life
Of death, and life
death?
an image,
of what would be
(or could be).
a projection of the mind.
life?
in the face, against the skin
the raw fact, pulsating
buzz…
the real.
life is
a struggle.
life has to be earned -
each day.
making choices,
reviewing old ones.
newborn's first cry!
the urgency, the hunger,
with which we arrive.
Life&Death is -
a daily affair.
let the meaningful live.
let the pointless die.
each day.
each moment.
this very moment.
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My First Poem
Prana
Breath rushes in. moves out. Again, rushes in. Who breathes? does anyone, at all? Amazing!
Meaning of Prana: Sanskrit for breath, life force. See more at Wikipedia/Prana
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A Slice of Sky
“Hey, what will you have with tea?”
“A slice of sky, with vanilla cream.”
“Okey dokey!”
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The Trouble with our Language
The trouble with our language is that it is a double-edged sword. For example, saying “Please” sweetly communicates a request. Change the tone of your voice, and you could easily communicate a veiled threat.
Maybe that’s what prompted Nayyirah to compose this short poem.
can we speak in flowers.
it will be easier for me to understand.
from the book Salt by Nayyirah Waheed
I have just started reading this book. Let me dig my teeth nice and proper into the book, and then I will share some more poems.
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The Traveller
I am a traveler. I go east. You could say that one who keeps going east will eventually reach the West. Quite true, the direction does not matter but it does matter whether each step is taken consciously.
What a fuss over a shadow on the wall. As the Zen folk would say, “Shut up and have a cup of tea.” Yes, that’s a good idea. Every traveler needs one.
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Western disturbance
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Let it Snow!
Almost two hundred kilometers from my home, in the Himalayan mountains, it snowed last night. Then, chilling winds lopped off some snow and scattered it right across the skies of my town.
This scene reminded me of the song “Let It Snow,” written by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne.
First few lines of the song:
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
Since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
[for the full song, click below] https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/32087955/Sammy+Cahn
I like the song but, this moment, don’t share the sentiment. Chilly winters have overstayed – I hope warm days arrive soon.