Solitary trail

 A solitary trail...all of us have a solitary trail, our very own...where we are face to face with ourselves. Where the small worldly self walks with the larger Self...where each step is a quantum jump in evolution...where the destination doesn't hark you, you become your own destination. You inhale wellness, you spread your wings, you float...where you get a causeless smile...this trail is available wherever you are situated, even in densely populated cities. You just need to feel it and then follow its alluring call.. seek your solitary trail, own it, stamp your love on it...

A tiny natural design

 A little piece of flawless design in a tiny pool somewhere in the cosy lap of a little valley surrounded by small hills. Nature has its own mystical symmetries. We just imitate poorly. Salutes mother nature. The more I read you, the more I go deeper into your mystical pools.

Melting after full blossoming

 Picture 1: It clings and stinks. It doesn't want to give. It dies a painful elongated death. It doesn't surrender to change and holds its youth's bloom in a fist, a constriction, a knot, a stagnation. It will be there till it turns ugly. The glory of its past will be overshadowed by the piteous whine of its present. A painful event stuck up in the loop of time.

Picture 2: It opens up fully. It gives all it has to open up and scatter its still fragrant petals as a homage to gentle winds, balmy afternoon winters and keenly awaiting mother earth. It showers beauty. It's a drizzle of joy. It's not death. This is ecstatic disintegration for the larger integration. A process! A fluidity beyond the constraints of space and time.

The song of a lone tree

 The song of a lonely chir pine on an entire hill slope! Not a leave rustles among the scrub forest around. The lonesome pine sings a ditty! But when you are alone, either you sing out of agony or ecstasy. There is no midway melody! I interpret it as a song of ecstasy dedicated to a freshly minted year.

From a bill girl's dressing table

 In any case they are rosily fair, the mountain women. But then it's Humanoids' misery for more and more, the relentless driving force. While there are wild hibiscus, not flowering though at this time, here lies the memento, carrying some hill lass's aspiration to shine even more...

A message

 On the wayside thistles on a stony footpath scented with karipatta leaves, a tiny signboard harks attention! Solitary journeyman, take up the message and spread it for the common good! Feel the gratitude, here the agent of death Himself is putting up a warning! Can there be a clearer message?

PS: Mother nature has put the Hindi version upface. I take the liberty of turning it over and expose the Eeengleesh one also for the benefit of the so called more educated. Taking the message seriously can be a nice start to a new year!

Timeless peace

 Well, not sunny actually! But I see the freshness and verve of the new rays of a new day! Hope and its bright Angels are lurking from behind the greyish veil. Behind the screen there is the sun of love, life and living. The yesterday's wind howled itself to death. Again verifying that peace and calmness are the norms, not storms!

Happy new year - 2025

 Wish you all a very happy new year from the land of Krishna...Govardhan greetings for the new year dear friends...let it be a joyful year for you all. Radhe Radhe! Jai Giriraj Govardhan! Hare Rama Hare Krishna!