Saturday, January 30, 2010

Different journeys

Different journeys

On a cliff,beholding a beautiful sight,
In a faraway forest by the riverside,
I grew,all beauty,colour and fragrance,
Waking up with the warmth of sun's first rays,
Basking in The light Supreme,
Equally content under the stars and the moon,
And I rest,one with the Earth,to be back again on the cliff.

One day,some weary travellers brushed past my way,
And my seeds fell on the kingdom's soil.
I sprang forth with all my grace,
Into dreary,trodden hearts,my fragrance brought joy,
To tired eyes,my colour provided soothing relief.

Confined not,my heart's love to myself,
In the garden of lonely souls,
Breeze of love's fragrance bloweth,
I know not of what use, this overflowing love,
If not to share,then why life's web?

My world on the cliff,brought happiness abundant,
But here,away from the heaven above,
I pour cool,sweet elixir-my being's reason,
Exist not I just to love myself,
A flower I am,My fragrance for all.

Saturday, January 2, 2010



What could possibly have the qualities of free human spirit?Ever wondered about the universal appeal of a pair of jeans?Above class,gender,nationality or religion, a pair of jeans makes its own statement,no matter what colour it carries.With an attitude of defiance,it can stand alone or mingle.The masses or classes,everyone can be seen, reaching out for that pair of jeans,making it part of their skin.A garment that carries universal consciousness?Perhaps.