Apr
22
A lost little kitten, in the dark,
a flame barely flickers, a safe mark.
Of a place that she once was safe in,
Is now tiny, as small as a pin.Once large and bright, it showed the way,
But to see it now, she must pray.
Til it almost completely out of sight.
if it will come back, she does not know.
She can only hope, and wait in fright,
That it will grow again one night.So cold, does this place feel now,
To brighten it, she knows not how.
She cries for it, in the dark,
To show her there still is that mark.
She thought it was sturdy, like a reef.
But just like a reef, the light can die,
without attention or at least a try.
She sees him sitting, by the low light,
The one she longs for, in her sight.
If only your eyes would meet, just once more,
The light could be bright again, and love could soar.
Hugs
Apr
18
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Beauty contained’
Nurtured with love ,
Checked and tamed.
Bound and bent’
Grown to perfection,
With meticulous care.
Nature deceived’
The crown is pruned,
No longer free.
Gloriously molded’
We are the same,
A bonsai tree.
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And they make us believe that it is beautiful and peaceful, but at what price, at the price of our freedom, our individuality, our truth and our own existence. The indoctrination by society, culture, religion, traditions, collectivism denies us to examine and know ourselves and question the reason behind A being A. Yet, they teaches us that being under control, being disallowed to flourish freely on grounds of reason and abilities, on grounds of subsidies and quotas, reservation and taxation they are trying to make a better world. By removing all jungles and roping some bonsai, can they make the world beautiful?
The Crimes Of Socialism/Communism
Apr
16
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Sitting silently,
Drifting down upon the stream,
They break in upon my laughter.
Sitting secretly,
Floating down amid their dreams.
Drifts along,
The soft, supple, serpentine-necked swan.
They loom up wondrous in the dark night,
Glowing eerily,
Their whiteness shocking in the dark.
They break in upon my night sight,
Glowing fearfully,
Floating down towards the park.
The soft, supple, serpentine-necked swan,
Drifts along,
The soft, supple, serpentine-necked swan.
I am captivated by their silent spell,
My soul is calmed into to a silent well.
The soft, supple, serpentine-necked swan,
Drifts along,
The soft, supple, serpentine-necked swan.
Apr
14
Each and every curve on each of the picture is based on a mathematical equation and is well measured and drawn to represent the distinct idea behind the picture so created. a>Moving Ahead —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————-b>CityShot
I dream in Color
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I dream in color, Alizarin Crimson and, Cadmium Yellow.
Bold washes, Sap Green and Cerulean Blue. Dark spaces, Prussian blue and Mars black.
I dream in fire, I dream in light Napthol Red and Zink White.
Washes…. Glazes…. Transparencies.
Depth of colors, depth of soul,
All applied, by the artists brush, to the canvas of my mind…
Apr
8
No witness was I, to budding or blooming.
Nor was I there, when the darkness o’er looming.
Caused the rose once crimson to fade into black.
As an ill-fortuned life made a constant attack.
Each word stems from your grace, each song springs,
From your bliss, my muse, each joy in me sings,
From that heaven I find in you, which reaches to me.
My blessed black rose, so unique, such beauty
But that single black rose that stands from the vine
Brought into my life by some power divine
I swear I will see turn from black into white
Blooming not petals, but pure radiant light.
(pictures self-drawn)
Apr
1
Last night I missed you as I watched the sunset,
Blood red in the burning sienna sky,
And watched it slowly sink behind the gorse gashed moors,
Loss clawed at me tearing and tight,
Until tears pressed from the eyes that had been so dry, bitter and scalding.I remember walking with you here in happier times,
When life seemed so endless,
And death was just a wicked tease, sent to disrupt our contentment,
That we placed firm behind us and did not turn to see,
Maybe we didn’t dare…
We climbed the hills one balmy summers day,
And looked down on the world at our feet,
Feeling like giants as ants crawled below,
We were proud, we were happy, our smiles reflected in each others eyes.
Gone now till we meet again, someday, sometime, somewhere.
But even as I mourned the moon rose high, helping me to see,
A gentle mellow light soothing and softening the jagged edge of grief,
And in its fullness I saw your face, watching over me,
And in a sighing breeze that dried the tears,
I heard the wind whisper your words.
“Still here, though not here, still with you my dear”,
And as I saw its reflection in the mirroring lake, all became clear,
We are still somehow together as long as you are in my heart.
Mar
31
Brilliance is not being able to quote a mathematical theorem, a quip by some famous author of yesteryear, some historical trivia or having the best put downs.Brilliance is being able to say the right thing at the right time. Even if that time is surrounded by sorrow, anger or fear. Brilliance is doing the right thing at the right time, even if that means sacrifice. Perhaps it’s even doing the right thing at the wrong time because one never knows what the right time is – but we do know what’s the right thing to do.Brilliance isn’t the manipulation of people or gaining power playing on their insecurities or prejudices. It isn’t one-ups manship or having the most people on your side in an argument. It certainly isn’t name calling or being indifferent.
Brilliance is listening to the breeze of thought, debates with ideas, disagreements with tolerance to opposing views. It’s the reverberation of Life, the cacophony of cultures and the streams of consciousness that are a part of the human condition and experience.
Brilliance is the sound of children laughing, a cats purr, a dog lickng your face, your child’s hand in yours, the ocean surf, the smell of home cooked food and music that lights your imagination or ignites your feet in dance. Art that feeds your soul – any form of art. Living is an art.
Brilliance is staring at the stars – miles from civilization and marveling at all that is out there and inside of each of us. It is the quiet reflection each night before sleep and the wonderous revelations in the light of day.
Brilliance isn’t diamonds or gold. It’s treasuring people, feelings and emotions more than things.
Brilliance is…
silence in the dead of night on the beach
the first palette of colors that paint dawn
the last hues as twilight ebbs
understanding another without words
an indescribable kiss
a myriad of touches
subtle
unexpected
unique in each of us
the ripple effect of compassion
empathetic concern
overwhelming when you’re in its presence
a mosaic of whispered words
tears in sympathy
tears of joy
Tears are brilliant in their own right, So many kinds of them.
a deep laugh
sighs of contentment
a lust for life; all its pleasures
the loyalty of those around you
ideas and actions that enrich and liberate
a catalyst for change, nor matter how minute
making a difference – if just to yourself
inspires
desires
simplicity
Brilliance is, knowing what song to sing to soothe a teething baby.
Brilliance is, knowing the sound of an aching soul and being able to harmonize with it.
