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Monday, May 18, 2015

My Annabel Lee

 Drawing by Shruti Ghosh

I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wing├Ęd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
    And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;


Edgar Allan Poe

Sunday, March 01, 2015

My Valentines



Very fine is my valentine.
Very fine and very mine.
Very mine is my valentine very mine and very fine.
Very fine is my valentine and mine, very fine very mine and mine is my valentine.
from: "A Valentine to Sherwood Anderson," 1922 - in A Primer for the Gradual Understanding of Gertrude Stein

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Heera para bajaar mein

Heera soi saraahiye
Sahe ghanan Ki choT
KapaT kurangee maanva
Parkhat nikra khoT

Only that diamond is praiseworthy 
which can bear the blows of a hammer.
Fraud, deceptive men (who try to look better than they are)
are found to be bad when when tested.

Kabir Doha

Friday, February 20, 2015

Small Small Things.


choto choto din nana ronge rongin
choto choto asha aksathe bhalobasha.

Small days filled with colors
Small hopes of loves to share.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Sunday, February 08, 2015

The invisible


IN one of the most popular ads shown during the Super Bowl last weekend, the Indian-American actress Mindy Kaling thinks she’s become invisible. Cabs pass her by, and men barely look up on the sidewalk. And yet she embraces her invisibility as a kind of liberation. More of us should do the same.

How to be invisible, NYT article by Akiko Busch


Friday, February 06, 2015

Tiny joy

The richness of life doesn’t lie in the loudness and the beat, but in the timbres and the variations that you can discern if you simply pay attention.
Seth S. Horowitz, NYT

Sunday, January 25, 2015

I heard you


Heart of my love!
you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head;
Heard the pulse of you, 
when all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.


Walt Whitmann

Thursday, December 25, 2014

The ray of morning sun

The poet strikes his lute and sings out:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'


They kneel down,the king and the beggar, the saint and the sinner, the wise and the fool,and cry:'Victory to Man, the new-born, the ever-living.'

The old man from the East murmurs to himself:'I have seen!'

Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, December 20, 2014

This road


The place you took me from I do not want to get back there, The place we are going do not want to get there. But this road, this road is good. I want this road to never end.

Dialogue from the movie Highway

Quiet is good



Dear Self,
If you ask and get no answer sometimes the silence that bounces back is the loudest truth. Be appreciative and open hearted to any stillness you receive. Everything is not meant to be yours and everyone is not worthy enough to hold a place in your space.
Quiet is good.
Self

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Hush Little baby



Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's
gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's
gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's
gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's
gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that
billy goat won't pull,
Papa's
gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's
gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark
Papa's
gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Saturday, August 02, 2014

The joy of music



According to Pausanias, the greek author and architect there were three original muses: Aoide ("song" or "voice"), Melete ("practice" or "occasion"), and Mneme ("memory) that are the foundation of music, the purest art and the least easy to value. Music exists only in space, in the distance between two points in time-you can not frame it or admire it on a pedestal.

Lets celebrate this moment with the joy of music making.

The pursuit of passion, George Kahn

Friday, July 18, 2014

Rhythm



When you reach for me, reach with love.
I vow to return your extension with open arms and a dancing heart.


Alexandra Elle

Sunday, July 13, 2014

The scholar


He is the Answerer,

What can be answer'd he answers, and what cannot be answer'd he
shows how it cannot be answer'd.

Walt Whitman

Saturday, July 12, 2014

The gifted


There are people here on earth who will never understand you. They won't get your passion and they'll mistake your drive with just a dream that you'll never be able to grasp. The beauty in their doubt is the ability to make them watch you stumble your way to the top with or without them. Trust me, they will be watching and waiting for you to fall. However, you will never come crushing down because your drive to succeed is n't just a dream, it's your reality.What I have learnt over the years is that what is mine will always be mine. My gifts are not for others to "get" or understand. My life walk is captivating, even to the ones who are determined to see me burn where I stand.


Love in my language, Alexandra Elle

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Beautiful Los Alamos


Whenever things went wrong at Los Alamos, and there was never a day when they did n't, we had one consolation-we had view.

Ruth Murshak


Saturday, May 31, 2014

Scent of my mother

jononir a bedona,
viswa dhoronir se je apomar dhon

na pare rakhite  nije-nikhilere kore nibedan.

Mother's own grief,
Her own treasure is now owned by universe
She can not keep it to herself-gives him up to the world!

Rabindranath

Saturday, March 15, 2014

One Lovely Morning



Unstained and untouched
You come forth to the world
Glorious in beauty,
Pure and serene:

Yet in your innocence
Often you deceive us
Transforming the dew
On your life-giving leaves
Into sparkling gems!

Gonnoske Komai

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Where are the solutions?




We hear little about them. Indeed, most of the news we receive focuses on the troubles in the world. Clearly, we face a cascade of challenges and dangers at home and abroad—and we need to know about them. But while we are inundated with stories of violence, corruption and incompetence we hear relatively little about the struggles and successes of the people who are advancing positive changes. The ratio of problem-focused information to solution-focused information in the media is completely out of balance. It distorts reality; it is dispiriting; and it deprives people of the knowledge they need to properly assess risks and recognize opportunities. If you were asked to list ten problems facing the world, how long would it take? Two minutes? How long would it take you to list ten solutions?


Read David Bornstein book How to change the world

Saturday, January 25, 2014

We never fail



The true words do not fail,
for motion does not fail,
and reflection does not fail;

Also the day and night do not fail,
and the voyage we pursue does not fail.


Walt Whitman

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year




Sarvesham Svasti Bhavatu
May auspiciousness be unto all

Sarvesham Santir Bhavatu
May Peace be unto all

Sarvesham Purnam Bhavatu
May fullness be unto all

Sarvesham Mangalam Bhavatu
May prosperity be unto all

Sarve Bhavantu Sukhinah
May all be happy

Sarve Santu Niramayah
May all be free from disabilities

Sarve Bhadrani Pashyantu
May all behold what is auspicious

Ma Kaschid-Duhkha-Bhag-Bhavet
May none suffer from sorrow

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Santa Fe Art Collage




The spirit of La Llorona -- the wailing woman


Once there was a widow who wished to marry a rich nobleman. However, the nobleman did not want to raise another man's children and he dismissed her. The widow was determined to have the nobleman for her own, so the widow drowned her children to be free of them. When she told the nobleman what she had done, he was horrified and would have nothing more to do with her. As she left him, the widow was overcome by the terrible crime she had committed and went to the river, looking for her children. But they were gone.


From that day to this, the spirit of La Llorona -- the wailing woman -- still haunts the waters and lakes, weeping and wailing and searching for her sons.

http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/la_llorona.html 

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Artist's closet

We hear little about them. Stories of everyday struggles and tiny joys implanted in their works. We get enthralled by the passion of folk-arts, yet we often forget the secret behind those intimate, personal touch.


At Dixon's studio tour, New Mexico, USA

Saturday, November 02, 2013

We two


Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers.
Where Did it end? There is no telling.
No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves' boundaries
From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death.
Coming at an end.
Rather, I would say, like a length Of coiled rope
Which does not disguise in the final twists of its lengths Its endings.
But, you will say, we loved
And some parts of us loved
And the rest of us will remain Two persons.

 Yes, Poetry ends like a rope. 

Jack Spicer

Happy winter days


Stay warm.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Durango-Silverton Rail trip


This is the run of a narrowgauge, steam-powered passenger train (Durango-Silverton) during the summer months. The train chugged along the edge of the abyss in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado. Far below, the emerald Animas River tumbled between vertical walls of rock.

Beneath the flesh


“Do you know what friendship is?' he asked.
'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.'
'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed.
'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

 Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

Sunday, October 13, 2013

A passion for folk art




Imagine a world in which toys, cookware, clothes and other stuff of life do not bear brand names but the eloquent, imperfect stamp of the human hand.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Roadside Romeo


Gali ke laundon ka pyaar aksar doctor aur engineer le jaate hai..dil chota na kar

(Often doctors and engineers take away the love of guys of Benaras)

Read more at: 
http://ibnlive.in.com/news/raanjhanaa-dialogues-come-fall-in-love-the-benarasi-style/400600-8.html?utm_source=ref_article

Raanjhanaa

The Musician


Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.

Rabindranath Tagore

Sunday, October 06, 2013

In our garden



Today I will remind myself that the Universe is within me.
Today I will remind myself that my body is the garden of my soul.
Today I will know that Love is the only reality.



Deepak Chopra

Saturday, September 07, 2013

What we think we become



Watch your thoughts for they become words. Watch your words for they become actions. Watch your actions for they become... habits. Watch your habits, for they become your character. And watch your character, for it becomes your destiny! What we think we become.

Iron Lady

Saturday, August 17, 2013

My teacher


My hero is my father. My teacher. He always says that teaching is an act of hope for a better future. The rewards of teaching are neither ostentatious nor obvious-they are often subtle, internal, invisible, and of the moment. But the effects last for a life time. My everyday life is filled with the elements of love, passion and zeal that is implanted in my childhood mind. More I grow older, more I begin to realize that teaching is more than transmitting skills; it is a living act, and involves preference and value, obligation and choice, trust and care, commitment and justification. You live and dream that somewhere, someday that act will be reflected to make a difference.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Present and future


People have fond memories of the past and great hopes for the future, forgetting that today is yesterday's future and tomorrow's past—the golden age was never the present age.

Thomas Fuller