The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.
It burst open like a heart, broken into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.
It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could’nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.
It’s just a way of looking at things,
For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.
It’s just a way of looking at things.
A huge amber in the making, fossilized resin with tree inside.
Tree resembling a twig, a leaf, branches resembling veins dried.
Precious gemstone waiting to be formed, valued priceless.
Adorning heirlooms of memories, to be passed on to generations.
But only the resin being the golden orange sunlight, but only the amber our world.
The heirloom a morning cherished and saved, in the locker of our hearts impearled.
The wind swirls the clouds in the sky like master strokes of an artist.
The trees reach up the sky to catch the candy floss in the making.
Gray hair of a lady blowing in the air.
Chiffon of a bride trailing behind her.
Waves in the sky, ocean upside down.
The beauty of nature is surely unbound.
A friend of mine, while visiting Varanasi, was posting photos on Instagram.She was telling many stories through her pictures. I happened to borrow one of her stories and a picture.
Little girl always drew rivers, with Sun rising in the East.
She drew boats sailing, fishermen rowing, not worried in the least.
Painted pictures but by imagination, used reds and yellows.
Blues of the water, boats always black, in the shadows.
Grew up, restless, looking for calm.
Travel seemed to her like balm.
Wanderlust pulling and pushing.
Mighty rivers always calling, inviting.
So..which legend to cruise on, better than the Ganges?
Capturing childhood paintings in real life,
with strokes of melted gold in the Ganges.
. Photo Credits Go To Ruchira Asthana
Sheet of water with depths unknown.
Thousands of secrets in its core.
High mountains surrounding, in eerie calm.
Holding the water,as if, in their palm.
Trees standing guard, erect in a line.
On the banks of the lake divine.
Sunrays peeping from behind the cloud.
Waiting for Sunshine to explode.
New hope, new day.
Fresh start, fresh ways.
The pine trees look intimidating with their straight trunks. Tall, arrogant, ready to hurt to survive, just like the human mind…only humility, humbleness and self-content can make way in such a forest, to give rise to empathy for others.
Trees of ego growing like spears,
on the fertile land of the unconscious,
rising up to the sky,
battling their own demons by piercing hearts of others.
but only humility and humbleness could pave a path amongst them,
leading to love in the heart, for others…
Posting another photograph by guest photographer, Shaishav Agarwal.The first thing that caught my attention was the cloud formation. It looked like smoke coming out of a steam locomotive moving towards the fog for an undisclosed location. Other factors were the amount of water everywhere, the calmness of the sea, the sailboats, the vermillion sky covering everything like a blanket and the ring of gold in the sky matching the hand in the photograph wearing a wedding band.And finally the acknowledgement of the fact that even if time seems to have stopped for a moment in a picture, it is the only thing that always keeps moving forward, never once looking back.
Chugging engine of time, blowing clouds in the past, catching up with future slowly, amidst the fog of imagination.
Venturing into the unknown, like the depths of ocean, in present but calm, like sailboats sailing on gentle rippling waves.
Wind directing the course of life, towards pain or pleasure only we can decide, for its within us and not outside.
Vermilion umbrella of sky protecting innocence, rings of sunshine like wedding bands committed,to adventures.
Vast expanse of water, capricious but in nature, resembling life, bellowing new challenges everyday.
Past, present and future ;survived, living and anticipating right now, right here!
Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.