“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi
"A man ought to carry himself in the world as an orange tree would if it could walk up and down in the garden, swinging perfume from every little censer it holds up to the air." -
Henry Ward Beecher.
"Orange is the happiest color." - Frank Sinatra
"He hangs in shades the orange bright / like golden lamps in a green night." - Andrew Marvell
A spot of orange.
orange fun.
"When life sucks and hands you lemons, I say beat the crap out of it and demand Florida Oranges as well."
I was at THAT age when I could fall in love. And he was a heart-breaker.A typical Mills & Boon guy...tall, dark and drop dead gorgeously handsome. He was a like a breath of fresh air...oops! he was a tornado who swept many girls off their feet who ended up losing their heart to him.I loved the mustache of his...amused by the way they moved when he talked. He is 53 years old now...but, haven't lost his charm even a bit.
Geetanjali was the first movie I ever saw of his. Was I floored by his looks? Who even watched him act? I watched him move.
I saw the movie twice, the second time with a real life hero of mine whose name is incidentally "Nag" (Nagaraj) too.
But, the movie Shiva was the clincher. I totally loved his 'angry young man' character. Then his 'Aakhari Poratam' was sheer magic.
I moved to Ahmedabad in 1992 with my Nag, and so could not keep up with the screen Nag. There weren't so many channels on TV then...and was completely cut off the regional movie secene.
A few years back, I saw him and his wife Amla up close in Bengaluru Airport. I was so awed by him and yet, could not work up enough courage to walk up to them and chat.
This is a song from the movie Geetanjali...a very endearing one. This movie is such a visual treat.
This post was prompted by my friend Afshan Khan...and this is for you dear. We share our mutual love and admiration for Nagarjuna.
"Eachfriend represents a world in us, a world probably not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." - Anais Nin.
I had started blogging and had just begun topen poems. As the popular misconception goes, I too thought that poems should rhyme. dVerse taught me otherwise. And it is here I met him. Our conversations though limited to commenting on each other posts...I always look forward for them. Introducing Brian Miller.
Brian Miller
hails from the East Coast of America. He is a writer, poet, father,
husband, counselor, key lime pie eater, friend, side street walker, who
doesn’t mind mucking and getting his hands dirty or standing in a cherry
blossom rain. “Everyone has a story and everything a poem, once you
look at it long enough.” He doesn’t take himself seriously (especially
when talking in first person) but has been published. Oh and in case you
have not heard, love wins.
I also met many other amazing people here...Claudia, Laurie, David, Kaykula, Semaphore (Samuel), Mary and others.
So, what makes this man special? His writings always strikes a chord, touches a note and makes you think and ponder.The one quality that stands out is - he makes it a point to visit each and everyone's site that has been linked and comment on them sometimes as many as 140 links or more! And, the comments are never short like...nice one, well done or good one. He doesn't skim, he reads.
Yesterday, he announced that he is taking a sabbatical from blogging, in his post...One last thought...a very touching thought indeed. He says he wants to go live life...to find himself again.
So, here's wishing him all the very best...and telling him...."You will be missed Brian. Go find yourself and come back soon."
By the way, the title of this post - Meeting at the bar - is a place where all dVersers meet every Thursday.
*** FormForAll/Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft - is our
lab, where you will receive teaching on poetry forms and critique. This
is where we hone our skills. FormForAll and Meeting the Bar: Critique
and Craft will alternate weeks and opens at 3pm EST on Thursday.
Seriously have been out of ideas for 'L'. Asked friends for suggestions and everyone came up with a L word of their own. Why not make a collage of all of them?
LINES
Lines are everywhere...some straight, some curved, some patterned.
LOVE....the unconditional one.
It is not so difficult to be uncomplicated. Is it?
LEGACY -
Reading came to me as a legacy. My great granny would read the newspaper without missing an article. She traveled throughout the world from within the four walls of the house.
My granny, arthritic...could not hold books in her hand. But, would read by placing the book on the table and read for hours.
My mom would finish her chores just to read undisturbed. I would play 'dress up' by wearing all her sarees and she would not even notice.
My dad is an avid reader too....so many books in his collection. He made me fall in love with magazines too - Reader's Digest, Illustrated Weekly, India Today, The Week, Outlook...this list goes on.
My daughter is not only a reader, but a collector too. No e-books for her...and I love it just that way.
My son...has taken over the family I married into. He too has a small collection of Percy Jackson books which are yet to see the light of the day.
LAVANI-
Thisis popular in Maharastra. Though I am not a trained dancer and have two left feet, I had a long standing dream of performing in front of an audience. Last year, I did perform in the new year bash organized in our housing society.
It was nothing grand but, adecent attempt. Could not upload the video here because of a technical glitch. Some pictures though -
