21.2.14 TO 28.2.14

american desert 23.2.14 4

The worshippers of sun, are long gone
those who talked with the wind,
listened to the whispers
the stories that it told
to canyons and hills
now those stories are unheard
no one listens to them
cars whiz by sometimes
mostly they are deserted
I wonder if the wind misses them
the daughters, sons of mother earth
who spoke to them, and listened.

Thursday Pedagogy

How I hate to “trash” the extra comments made by my friends, myself. There are certain things that I dont much love, one of them is “trashbox” of wordpress, I so loved the good old “deleted” title for the deleted items. It is more dignified.

Just like that, I dont love to read writings insulting any country, culture, religion or race, I personally know (believe) that no one is perfect, so is no country, culture… so why try to target one? It is better to target our own, and try to rectify it then pointing out faults in others in a silly attempt to glorify one’s own tattered boat.

Of-course we all have right to read whatever we want to, but we should not expect others to read whatever we write. There is the “freedom to write” and “Choice of choosing what I will read” 🙂

I often wonder about people who have cultural clashes with blogging friends, none of my friends say derogatory things about my country, culture, religion and I am grateful for that, honestly, if I read such things in someone’s blog who is neither Indian, nor a resident of India, I back off from that blog! I personally firmly follow the policy of “respect and demand/expect respect in return”.

As for me, I have found my best friends from outside India, mainly christians and muslims, hindus came later, but before that my christian and muslim friends have healed my battered heart (That was a gift from my real life specters- mostly hindus and alll indians ha!). So, all I can say is my heart is full of gratitude for them, and I really dont appreciate people who speak very ill of them too, unless of-course that person is of that religion.

a loving heart is independent
it doesnot needs your compliment
it wont allow you to select for it
it will love whoever it wants
so dont prove yourself a fool
by calling a loving heart
a cold one, because it did not
responded to your demands
sooner or later
when it will glow in glory
your foolishness will shine


the old man stretched his palm
asking for a little help
been bitten by too many
who seemed too tricky to be needy
he gave him only as much he could
without feeling like a fool
confident that he will come back
like all those that came again
but he never camme back
as if to prove he actually was
helpless and needy!
but too dignified to beg.


moon rises in the sky
little fairies wake up
rub their eyes
its time to spread magic
a soft kiss from the sprite
will take you to the magic land
even if in your dream
you will live with them for a while
while your body slumbers


stormy ocean

blue becomes deep ink blue
slumbering waves wake up
reach up to the sky
the ocean rolls under the ship
tosses it like a feather
in stormy wind
roaring winds claw its body
trying to rip it apart
will it survive the fury?
will it make to the shore?


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