“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry) & pictures (posters )
Is ordinary really ordinary? Only when we are unable to do the ordinary, we realise that it is not. Post an accident the everything ordinary things were not possible. Free weeks after the surgery the ordinary cup of tea in the morning seemed heavenly, extraordinary really. That is when I understood Osho’s saying ‘Being ordinary is being blessed’.
Have you ever thought that it is a blessing to see the morning sun streaming through the leaves? Have you wondered who had to go into the sunset for ensuring this for us?
Near my house is a park named after Major Sylvester Rakesh Ratnam, a resident of my area who was martyred in Operation Parakram in 2002. When I walk in this small park and see the beautiful shaft of light in the morning, with the bust of his in the centre of park, I can only think of how the young lad walked into the sunset to ensure that we citizens see the daylight. A humble tribute to soldier and his mother as ‘A tribute -“A shaft of light”’
To all the Malnad Trail Ultra participants, enjoy the ‘Date with nature’. All the very best guys. Sadly will miss it, though my heart will here tomorrow.
A house close by that has been standing for ~40 years , a home it has been for lovely family being torn down to make way a commercial property, I guess. My feelings as a creative “Awaiting the final blow”. Indeed sad to see it go.
Another building in our neighbourhood bites the dust. Razed in a few days. Are the wonderful memories of all of those years buried safe ? A creative on this as “Razed”.
An ordinary evening walk in the neighbourhood turns extraordinary as you soak in the moment merging with everything around you.
“Black forest cake – a symbol of life. A birthday celebration.
The spark of creativity, the muse is fascinating. When you are heavy and stuffed, it ignites and interesting things happened only to subside to germinate again!
To all the PBP 2019 folks from India (big continent of 300) starting tomorrow “Bon courage”. Enjoy the ride!
The comment of Rajani Kanth in my last poem (Java, Caava & Cloud) “The last 4 lines is the real reason why the infrastructure collapsed. This city was never ready for so many, and the roads were never ready for their bikes/cars” tickled my muse. “Ella Aaramaa” in Kannada means “All ok?”, typically used as a greeting when we meet someone.