TATHASTU

He gave you life,

A heart and mind

To keep the score

And soar….

Do not confine

Or let fear ground you

Just ask and

Answer he will….

Tathastu.

Shut the seeing eyes

Third eye is the beacon,

The green luminous centre

Steers your way

Do not close

Negate the negative

Just open your arms

And give he will….

Tathastu.

“Ask and it will be given to you;

Seek and you will find;

Knock and the door will be opened to you.”

-Mathew 7:7

'GANAPATI BAPPA MORIYA PUDHCHYA VARSHI LAVKAR YAA'

Ten days of festivities and celebrations culminates today. A true sight to behold as all roads lead to the sea. Rains, strong breeze and people oblivious to these, seen dancing bidding adieu to the elephant god.

                                          "Saat bangla ka Raja" on his final journey.....

                                                      Revellers

                                                                     

Band- bhaja

                                                       The final Aarthi

The streets are lined with stalls at regular intervals offering refreshments to all, for free.

The air is electrifying and devotion at its pinnacle........Until next year.

La Dispute

He: Obsession

She: Inspiration

He: That’s justification

She: That’s crucifixion

        Of my emotion

He: You’ve a fixation

She: It is called exaltation

He: Self deception

She: That’s defamation

He: Coquette!

She: Dilettantish

He: Damnation!!!

She: It is cupid, you stupid

       Sans inhibition.

She rests her case.

A READER OR A WRITER...WHICH WOULD YOU RATHER BE?

This is for the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour 9 and as always Dora has thrown a googly at us ( In cricket, a googly is a type of delivery bowled by a right arm leg spin bowler….basically to confuse the batsmen) and the topic of this tour is a Googly ---a reader or a writer, which would you rather be?

There are other creative and talented writers in this tour who are offering their opinions. Please to visit them.

This is akin to asking whom do you love more – dad or mom?

When I was not writing, I was quenching my thirst by reading, sometimes at such a feverish speed that I was compromising on the household chores and then chastising myself for the work not done.

Reading is a getaway – to another world, into the writer’s mind, to another place, another time. It is all about gaining knowledge however small it is. Reading offers a fresh or new perspective, a new dimension to our notions.

“For me books have been a life-long resource to learning, laughter, solace, excitement, inspiration. At your library, the world awaits you, free for the asking.” Lady Bird Johnson

“Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it.” Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows – Part 2.

We write for the same reason we read books that others will read what we have written. Writers are readers first. If nothing we all read what our critics have to say!

Since I have started writing, I have broken boundaries I had set for myself. You can run amok, fly high in the sky, go anywhere, do anything, climb the highest mountain, or dive deep into the sea, travel in space or beyond………it is limitless. Like any other art there are no limits in creativity….only the ones you set for yourself. More than the appreciation I feel it is the acceptance of the readers which motivates a writer to write.

A writer’s mind is never idle, always dreaming, conjuring images and weaving words.

I prefer this form of expressing myself. 

1. Karen - http://www.karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com
2. Roy - http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/ 
3. Janu - http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com
4. Karen - http://www.britsunited.blogspot.com
5. Dora - http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
6. Nat -  http://readingromances.wordpress.com/
7. Deborah - http://deborahbatterman.com/
8. Sarah - http://sarahbutland.com/blog/ 
9. Sulekha - http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/ 

10. Dora - http://blogaliciousauthors.blogspot.com/ 

SOUL MATES

Friends this is what Sulekha -http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/2011/09/hungry-soul.html says : " You are invited to my collage making event. All you need to bring to the event is your article on soul mates. Do you believe in soul mates? How and where can you find your soul mates? Does every one have one?"

So, here is my take on Soul Mates, a short article.

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But, a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you every thing that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your attention so you can change your life." Elizabeth Gilbert.

To feel or not to feel….the duality of the duel confuses me. I think and so I feel. I feel and so I 

am.

Can a bullet be stopped once it is shot?

Can an arrow be stopped once it leaves the bow?

Can a word be unsaid once it is said?

Can anyone un-think a thought?

Can anyone undo a feeling, once it is felt?

We can change our thoughts and feelings consciously only after….

You tiptoed into my heart and knocked me senseless. I felt something. I wanted to fight and to some extent I did. The more I fought, more I lost. Instead, I surrendered and so I felt. The feelings rushed through me, the feelings which made me alive, which gave essence to my being, my existence, and warmth spread over me. And, I stopped thinking.

There is a no ‘right’ way. There are choices and for once I closed my eyes and let my heart choose for me. It is the way I chose.

We have been here, there and everywhere but never really anywhere but still we feel, don’t we?

Am I obsessed? Obsessed with a thought, a person , a feeling or a nought?

When I look back today, all I have is the memories and moments, that make the relationship special…we don’t need to walk a mile, journey together or spend a life time to know who is our soul mate….a moment is all it takes. And, I believe in you and me.

"When some one has a strong intuitive connection, Buddhism suggests it is because of karma, some past connection."

Richard Gere.

CROSSROADS

It was another year

It was another time

It was THAT age

 I thought you were mine.

Life was passing by

With usual twists & turns

Reaching milestones by the clock

With a few wrong turns.

Met you at the crossroads

Going about your life

The past catches up and goads

Tempting me to walk with you again.

Tricks, Tricks and more tricks

Heart never ceases to play

Skip-hop; Skip- hop;

Beats galloping away!

You swept me, crushed me

Made me gasp for air

I stopped struggling

My heart, you did tear!

Camouflaging our feelings

Pretending not to know

Parallel we walk together

Never to meet , never to own.

We carry on alone…..

Because some seeds

Are never meant to be sown!

FIRST CAMPAIGNERS CHALLENGE

Rach writes -http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-campaigner-challenge.html  ,in 200 words or less to write a short story/ flash fiction excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words ‘The door swung open’, which will be included in the word count. If you want to give yourself an added challenge use the same beginning words and end with the words ‘the door swung shut’ also included in the word count.

Entries for first campaigner will close on 9^th September ‘11. So, link up and write your story. And yes, there are amazing prizes to be won.

The (last) touch.

The door swung open. She was sitting there, by the window on her rocking chair staring into nothingness. Not even a flicker as I near her. Only a slight pause in the rocking which resumes to my annoyance. No smile, no memories, no thoughts and no hope. Only a dying brain. It was as if she was suspended in time. Her immobile mind had no past or future.

Alzheimer’s had killed it all – her mind, her spirit, her life; and with her ours too. We felt orphaned even when she lived, a wasted life. She was once the best mom one can wish for.

Mom had held the family together. Now, without her towering presence of life which was dwarfed and dimmed by the disease, we were disintegrating. Maybe, we could not handle the stress. Initially, she had been brave, replacing it with anger, then dejection and finally nothing. Wish I could fell nothing. She vegetated in a vegetative state. It was painful for us, the family.

Today, I talk to her. Rambling on. Yet, nothing. I say goodbye tI realize that it is for the last time. As I walk out, the door swung shut.

Poetics – shhhh…..Silent films

Shiela Moore of dverse poets pub has prompted us to write a poem on the silent film era.

“A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure” – Charlie Chaplin. He was and still remains one of my favourites.

This is for him……

They are timeless

As timeless as you are

You spoke in silence

Yet, communicated a lot

You dropped a hat

We shed a tear

You missed a step

We laughed a riot

Black and white movies

With feelings coloured

Actions so goofy

And words muted

Emotions portrayed on screen

We felt it under our skin

You showed, we don’t have

To shout, to be heard.

The innocence of characters

The brilliance of the director

To mix pathos with laughter

You were a master story teller.

“If you do not understand my silence, you will not understand my words.”

COFFEE PHOTO REVOLUTION.

Bella, of One Sister's Rant shares her love for coffee by taking photos of her coffee and shares the pictures with her friends. During this course, many others who also share their love for coffee joined her and a revolution was born. 


If you are a coffee lover, you too can join this revolution by posting a picture of your cuppa, anytime between today and tomorrow, September 5th, Monday.


All you have to do is take a picture of your coffee and post it on your blog. Then go to Bella's blog http://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/who-wants-to-join-the-coffee-photo-revolution/
leave a comment, if you please and link up with "foggy" widget at the bottom of her blog page.


Here's the picture of my cuppa, the traditional South India filter coffee, which we drink in steel tumbler.

So, Let's all drink to our coffee !

IT IS WRITTEN

Love will find a way! They say….

But, I did not find it.

These feelings,

The stolen moments,

These glances,

Is this your love……..for me?

There are signs! They say…….

But, I did not see them.

These heartbeats,

These sighs,

These blues,

Are they showing something …..to me?

It is written! They say…..

But, I did not read it.

This longing,

This loneliness,

This pain,

Were they written……..for me?

It is never too late! They say…….

I do believe it.

To close the door,

To walk away,

To never look back,

A new life awaits….for me,

It is written….for me.