sillycon wordsmith
The bare trees shorn of all its leaves stood gracefully, awash in the golden radiance of morning sunlight. The carpet of leaves squeaked happily as I stepped over it with my dog during my morning walk. The delightful sight and melodious sound stopped me, and I paused to receive infinite grace, as light entered my soul. The simple joys of morning walk with my lovely dog at the end of autumn expressed as a creative…
What would you do when the polar vortex brings Artic to your house? Write poems! I know my good friends and relatives in North America will beat me up for this. When my good friend Simon now back in London from a long Indian holiday, sent me a pic in winter clothing, my muse perked up resulting in “Polar vortex”.
A double rainbow is considered a symbol of transformation and is a sign of good fortune in eastern cultures. The first arc represents the material world, and the second arc signifies the spiritual realm. According to Chinese mythology, red represents the feet, and violet symbolizes the head. Therefore, a single rainbow signifies a human descending from heaven to earth. A double rainbow, due to its reversal of colours, represents the movement from earth to heaven…
Every autumn when the grand old tree opposite my house sheds its leaves and becomes bare, it leaves me in a state of awe and wonder. The absolute sheer raw beauty of its emptiness fills me up with divine serenity. Here is a creative take on this amazing autumn performance as “Oh, what a lovely life it is” outlining the life’s profound philosophy of emptying oneself to experience the fullness.
The first thing after I wake up is to look at my neighbour’s wall. For every morning is the beautiful sketch of tree that slowly vanishes as I finish my cup of tea. Enjoy the simple daily experience in “night sketching”, a tribute to my dear streetlight.
Ajit Rao a lovely poet friend of mine who lives on a house by the beach posted about the encroaching sea during the monsoon thankful that she has not intruded into his home. Here is small poem that I wrote inspired by his post, note the poem poster picture is his. (#239)
The yellow light of street lamp filtered through the branches of the grand old tree. It painted a carpet on the street with lovely black and white reticulated rangoli. The continuous hum of insects from all directions with the grand canopy covering the entire street corner made it look like a theatre stage all set for another evening performance. The leaves nodded to the gentle breeze, birds perked up and fluttered their wings, squirrels raced…
Have you observed the little things every day that you encounter especially when you walk? Have you felt how these little things seem to go all the way to make you calm and happy? It is little things that I observe in my walking, cycling & running that lighten my heart, connect me with the cosmos, gently pauses everything to let my silent creative centre blossom. My experience today as I walked my dog tonight…
My experience at Pyramid valley ~45 kms from Bangalore.
Early in the morning, the distant feeble sun casts a big shadow of the bare tree that is front of my house on my neighbour’s wall. As the sun becomes effulgent, it vanishes, and this is what inspired me to write this poem.