Cold Bliss - Warm Bash

After a long work week, meeting deadlines - decided to vegetate this weekend. Went to visit my dear friend Forest Watchung (wikipedia link)- a part of natural reserve that I ventured into accidently. Last I was here was in November.

It has been brutal cold out here this year (where is global warming when we really need it ) - almost below freezing whole of last week - still ventured out to take a walk with a friend.

Sharing some pictures and thoughts.

Lake Surprise

Wow!!!! were his first words

White ketchup on tender log

Sleeping snuggly in her white quilt
Mother Earth looked so tranquil
Prodding carefully lest I wake her
Melting ice swooshing under my feet
Tis matter of time
Busy she will be soon
Caring for new born babies
Sprouting on these barren branches
Opening the gates for the breeze
To cradle them
Adorning the shrubs
With rainbow colored flowers
Inviting the birds and the bees
To sing lullabies
Wiping the mist of suns face
To let it shine
Setting free the butterflies
To do a happy dance
Calling Deers, ducks and squirrels
To tickle her

Rest dear Mother
Come I will soon
To enjoy your
Spring Bash!

Sliver of Hope

Vietnam War Memorial - Washington DC

Thoughts while taking this picture -

There is a whole past shining upon us

Reflections of war, tragedies, acheivement, joy, pleasure............

History is in a constant process of being created

You are always standing at the crossroads between the past and the future

Darkness within you is bound to come at different points of time

But there is a sliver of hope

There is always that beyond

Grab it while you can..........

Snowbulous

Transparent and brilliant

Ice

A while to form it took

Floating first in Neverland

Appeared to the vision

Settled in its surroundings

Disturbed but exhilerated

Cajoled and conquered

Shone and shared

Then

Melted and Withered

Evaporated

Dissappeared

Back into Neverland

All in a day

We

Following the same

Rythem and pattern

From inception to death

Why then does it take

Us a lifetime

Virgin

Was anxiously waiting for her to come.....and she finally did - virgin lady snow - and went away leaving me with a memory to anxiously wait for her again - I ventured out to greet her - here are some pictures and my love for her.

footprint in the snow of time

in all its glory - pinebrook, new jersey

at a pond in the forest - pinebrook, new jersey

Serene and pure
Spreading her whiteness across the expanse
Lay the beautiful virgin

Captivated by her brilliance
Showered the heavens little flakes
Embellising her diaphanous gown

Inviting every weary soul in her embrace
She mesmerized them
Rose thus the shining star from behind the mountains

Radiating his brilliance across her
Masked her with his glory
She sighed

Slowly caressing her every curve
With the first kiss to her luscious lips
She melted in his arms

The gown bore the creases
Of their ecstatic nuptial
Virgin she was no more

Poets Palate

Seems the past hour around New York has provided me with the palate to scribe a little poem : the ingredients:
Full Moon
Dark Gloomy Weather
Departure of a friend
Chocolates
Rain and fog

Today the way I am

Driving along the long winding roads
Shrouded by the mist and fog
Unclear path ahead
Life as it stands now unfolds

The full moon rays shear the clouds
Glistening their borders with its radiance
Inspiration to many souls
But I feel darkness within

A friend
Departing to a new life
Many a dreams and aspirations
Adios amigos with a heavy heart

Creamy chocolate
Sweetness in abundance
Alas every bite is bitter
Sadness persists all around

This is but a phase
Light the candle
See the flicker
Life will be lighter soon.

Om Shanti Om

Here are few lines from the song - "Deewangi Deewangi" from the forthcoming SRK film Om Shanti Om.

Kehene ko waise to sara sukun hai
Phir bhi yeh dil hai ki isko junoon hai
Pal do pal ko khwaab saza de
Isko usko sab ko bata de
Raaz jo sare hain

This is a REFLECTION of my current state of being and many others whose blogs I read here - verbose, elaborate, kinda loquacious, eloquent - but with a simple underlying theme - all are at the crossroads in ones life in different forms - want to be heard, read, poked and appreciated.