Cells and us!
Irony of our times
In the name of connection
We are truly disconnected
We are celled to our phones
Caught hook line and sinker…
Glued to a metal contraption
That’s overtaking our lives
Living in a imaginary world
We are feeding on bytes
While reality bites
Haven’t we taken
A bite of more than we can chew?
Savvy
Here is an animation by Steve Cutts …that brings forth the stark truth of our times.
I write when I am charged with an idea, an inspiration. Or perhaps when there is nothing else to do.
I write to radiate the positive intentions in hope & gratitude.
If emotions were tubes of colours
The way we paint every day
The way we live our lives
The way we think and express
Our own experiences in being.
Will be a riot on the canvas.
Envisioning in the seeing…
Flashes of brilliance in bright yellow
Of optimism and cheer
Sporadically surging joy and ecstasy.
Going green in connectedness
Contented lines flowing in trustful acceptance
Or moves markedly hesitant in fear and apprehension.
Arresting artistry of living life in loving kindness
Explosions of reds marking anger
Or in delusions of grandeur in aggression.
In ingenious masterstrokes in fits of rage
Of imagination running wild.
Colour of Purple in projecting pride.
Of passionate perseverance to detail
Or a certain aloofness in respectful reservation.
A sense of ascension and royalty.
Shades of blue in thoughtful flow and serenity
Or organic spaced out zenful zones
Of mindful movements in the making.
Yes there is an emotion in every colour
As colours are but tools of expression
Of the ever changing moods of man
How colorful is the spirit of our soul.
Every colour plays a significant role
Like in the wheel of colours
So are emotions that appear
In the wheel of life.
Each plays it’s part.
All matters to the whole.
Savvy
Every movement is a sign
That denotes something.
There is always a reason why
Nothing is just accidental.
My terrace garden plan
Started with growing a pot of spinach
While the first few weeks
There was a bountiful green…
As they grew some more
The foliage got a little dense.
It perhaps was overcrowded
It harboured a certain dampness…
Perhaps the spinach leaves curl
In lack of space to accommodate
In so doing they become vulnerable
To infestation in distress.
Any sign of curling
Is a contraction
For self protection
From the ravages in living life!
There is always remedy to heal
In going back to basics
In caring to correct the ways
In allowing space for growth.
Let there be space around
For the leaves to breathe in
Regulate the water intake
Harvest them at the right time.
Growing plants teaches many lessons
Worth applying in life and living.
The choice is ours to take
And choose to optimize in the changes.
Savvy
In continuation of the series
Lessons learned from the Three Pots
Savvy Raj 
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