Across the distant horizon resplendent in all its radiant hues sun shines on its blessings and bejewels the sky. The leaves unfurl themselves a little bit more, with strength and energy and basking with confidence in its radiance. So glad the bitter cold of the night has moved away, they glide lovingly content in this moment that glows with warmth!
The buds awaken themselves and bloom willingly only to reveal their astoundingly tender beauty. And soulfully they turn seeking the brilliance of the magnificent sun …catch them dancing the dance of beauty and grace that’s shimmering in its rays…Maybe they know well the time they have with the sun is precious and know they must live it with all their might and behold it’s a breath-taking sight !
Who better to seek to understand the preciousness of time …. to understand the wisdom of time than from a tender flower a midst its unabashed beauty!
While embellishments adorn the art in the artistry
The message conveyed well, even in the simplest form
Adds the depth of authenticity to the story telling.
The genius is in the ingenuity
In the portrayal of the abstracts
With an intuitive intellect of insights
All in the astute acumen of innovation.
Art can be both joyful and painstaking in the process…
To cast and carve, chiselling away
Towards the finesse of the elusive perfection.
All is but a masterstroke of the creative touch.
An ode to artistry
I must thank this unknown artist in the clip who created this beautiful depiction of the festival of Pongal celebration in South India.Watching this video clip made me write a few dedicated verses on the art and flair of thecreative touch.
Positive reflections can alter the course of our lives while turning around the life experiences. It is often how we see things that makes a big difference.
When the moments in life are so sweet that… the little voice in your head says …’it cant last ‘…
Just care enough to tell yourself, ‘Maybe its about to get better….💖😊💖
True peace flows
In the Middle path.
In between the extremes
Of nature is the path.
Extreme states create vulnerability
For the very strength of rigidity.
Is in its ability to structure into solidity
But solidity may not quantify solidarity.
Shaping matter to form
Is prone to creating cracks
In the spaces between shapes
And gaps are prone to fragility.
To thrive in the optimum
Is to value continuum
Which brings adaptability
Along with acceptability.
Our beautiful world
This ball of blue
Has much at stake
In these times of vulnerability
Our nations may play on
With tactics and goodwill
Balancing acts in deliberation
Taking much in consideration
To reach out
To stay put
To align
To withdraw
For extreme states
Are a weakness in itself
Extreme powers by itself
A very dangerous tool.
Denoting self destruction
As much as calamity in chaos
The solution is thus
Steering in the middlepath.
When structure get too rigid
Allow spaces for destress
When situations becomes hostile
Breath in to empathise
When war of words ensues
Consider the art of negotiations
For it is never bullets that truly win
It is people who do.
Steer in the path of peace
Allay fears and acknowledge the futility
Of living in the extremes.
Tread in awareness of the middle path.
Peace is not won in battles
Peace reigns in the heart of man
Make way for inner light to step out
Let peace and goodwill guide the way!
Blazing sun
Scorching sands
Sizzling days
Humid nights
Awaiting relief
Summer to rain
First shower
Fragrant earth
Heavenly delight
Rainy holidays
Feeling cool
Corn on cobs.
Cheap thrills
Small puddles
Splashing water
Rain coats and caps
Unfolding umbrellas
River on streets
Muddy water
Flooding roads
Chaotic confusion
Delayed trains
Traffic stops
People stranded
Rainy days turn dreary
All wet and weary
Hoping for relief
From incessant downpours
Awaiting a change
Of the Season in question
Life is circle
Of seasons in cycles
Each births and gives way
For another, on its way.
Amidst it all
Are those little glimmers of hope
Understated and unsaid
Unseen and unspoken
Little joys of being
That makes you make it…
Through yet another day.
These glimmers of hope
Though seasons may change
Hope is here to stay!
Savvy
Well, this one turned out to be a really long walk through the seasons!🙂 But seriously, as I started thinking of the changing seasons, with winter knocking our welcome door, I realised how much harsh winter could get for someone far away as well. So it goes for the other seasons…
Yet every season is a magical gift, and leaves us with glimmers of hope!
We do need our seasons to come and go like they always do, one after the other for then, all is well with our world. 🙂
