Reverie

Well When I started with this work, I genuinely thought it's going to be just like any other nature painting that meets the same fate as some of my other paintings i.e to stay hanging on my walls prompting me to paint a better one. But this came out real well like the ones that let me usually admire myself for the colorful piece of art.

I really wish to wander across such jungles without any fear of tomorrow that always bring a lot of apprehensions. A place where I could find peace on the ground, in the air, among the trees. A place where I could easily retrieve the lost, forgotten pages of my own life which often are turned but are left unread in lieu of the upcoming events which seem glossy and luring. One can easily go back and travel through time with the companions like elements of nature which contain and treasure all your memories. To wash off the dusty layers of social hangovers and take a time off from the diurnal occupation sometimes it becomes essential to regain the reverie..... 

The colors are vivid enough to brighten the dried eyes and the lampposts glimmer to enlighten the entire night and witness the retreat....

Nothing is left to say when it comes

It is almost impossible and beyond our imagination to assess the deadly pain of losing someone in front of our eyes when nothing can be done except watching incapably. Uttarakhand’s tragedy facelifts the tininess of mankind in front of nature’s ferocious form where in seconds everything just vanishes. A life ends just like that in no time. All we can do is moan about the nonnegotiable exchange of lives in lieu of the continued injustice that is being done for years with nature. The heartfelt experiences of people who have survived the havoc are either in complete shock or deep agony after encountering death so near and seeing helpless people drifting away in its claws. The death toll has reached thousands, many survived, many couldn’t bear the acute hunger for days or the chill of unpitying weather and surrendered. Kids, elderly, youth and women all are in the lots of corpses who waited for some miraculous help but couldn’t receive the luck of getting a chance to live again.

Every day we whine for several problems; professional, personal, emotional and sometimes feel like we are trapped in one of the biggest problems where it’s difficult to come out of it. We all have many concerns in life, many aspirations and expectation from this life, lot many dreams to fulfill, lot many issues to solve. How can such a loaded and incomplete life can be just taken away. Under the remains of flood lies the dead body of all such lives.

When I hear or see such instances of calamity and disaster, faces of my own people who are like essential bits of my life flash in front of my eyes and questions like ‘what if’ clobbers this mind. Held hands when suddenly slip away, when persons coming behind all of a sudden disappear, when hanging, striving persons just fall in nadir, when the river passing by doesn’t carry the quenching water rather stream of floating bodies of our own people…how can one gather the staggered courage to look forward with a hope to survive. Every witness, every presenter in the affected area unfortunately has the same scene in front of them. Many have already lost their families, their friends and are still trying hard for the life that has gone all empty stained with such a strong memory that will never fade.

Nature’s revenge never spares and now it seems it is too late to revert back to correct the mistakes. Mistakes that is so huge that it is impossible to assess their probable consequences. Seeing the devastation, it appears that we as a commoner should be just ready to get engulfed anytime in the nature’s womb. All I hope is to stay with people we love at the time we receive the final call.

As of now all we can do is to live this life fully, happily, without any complaints, without any fear with friends and family preserving the smiles, counting each day like a crowned day.

A travelogue

Well after a ton of time I have come here and it seems just like others I have too turned into just a visitor to this blog.After these many tacit days that hold a lot many events to be described here and i dont know really where to start from. Though I have so many topics to discuss here and knowing this that due to my reluctance and lack of time of course I would say, my vocab must have got a thin coat of rust that needs to be scraped off to do justice with these jumping thoughts.

Let me start with the awesome trip to Kerela, though it was meant for an official tour but the gestures and the hospitality, the ambiance and the weather, the colors and the humidity, the rhythm of Kerela mesmerized all of us and we felt it to be really God's Own country.

 Well when Kerela is named, we get a picture in mind: lots of coconut trees but since Coimbatore airport till the hotel in the city we could hardly get such a rich picture. We were little disappointed of not having any peculiar touch of kerela when already 2-3 days had passed during the training program. Worst of all, we searched for coconut water as well but couldn't find it in Kerela!!! That was really frustrating on our part since we had gathered nothing till now to flaunt about us being in heavenly place. It looked like an ordinary city with all brand outlets, same glittering roads at night, same crowd and same speed as we get in any north indian city: the only difference was the closing of shops by 8:00 PM, all people in white lungis and cotton attires, big juice shops with delicious shakes and juices to fight against the humid weather and the foreign and mixed language in people. Else was same.

After 5 days of complete disaster, we had plans to go to Munar with a hope to collect at least some memories(if we get) for taking them back to the routined life as a wet vestige.

Fighting against my instinctive whining over going back home out of continued sore throat, homesickness and strongest urge to get a glimpse of someone, I finally decided to make my trip and that was really one good decision because what was rewarded by nature there to us was really worth and priceless.

On the way to Munar via road trip is an exclusive feeling since it seems that the running roads leaving behind tall trees are greeting and creating new landscapes near, very near,for us each one with lovely surprises. Throughout the journey our mouths were open in awe, we didnt know how much more to get surprised and stunned. The best part of road trips is that we can stop anywhere we want to have customized memories and cherish trivial but precious things. 

Off the road, in the jungle, exploring ways to waterfalls: all seem so adventurous and gives an excitement to discover something that has been hidden somewhere in the nature. 

The game of such a treasure hunt takes us back to the days when we used to get excited and extremely happy with any exploration, any discovery that used to touch our inner goddesses. We were literally jumping and shouting and screaming and laughing after so many days as we found some beautiful nature shots where every tree, drop of every waterfall, every stone and every pebble were supporting as if were waiting for us and are equally delighted and excited having us there.

The lush meadows of rich tea estates and the length of the trees made us realize how rich and healthy and stout and green nature can be. They in no way looked dependent on us, neither adulterated or pitiful or weak or out of place. They instead seemed the smartest and most beautiful and strongest hosts letting every tourist believe that there is nothing more beautiful, more peaceful, more serene. Rising through the heights of Nelliyampathy hills, wherever we stopped, we searched for words and expressions to tie the astounding sight. With the mingled smell of cardamom, coffee beans and spices the air seemed so welcoming relaxing us in its service.

The cloud caressed peaks with heavenly formations of trees and rocks made the entire journey refreshing and we felt blessed in the lap of the majestic hills. At the peak of the hill that offers the entire view of the city in its lap held us at the top of seventh cloud or even beyond that. I cannot fairly describe here through my words how much peaceful it was. The silence that has rhythms of nature and whispers of air, where sky seemed near and land seemed far away, where I wished to lie down and talk with him for hours, or just lie down on his chest and look at the farthest point which cannot see us. The place hypnotized and brought the memories of him who makes life fulfilling. That was the beauty of that point which made everyone nostalgic and borrowed.

Well if I go on with this travelogue, I will keep on writing and writing because what is seen is something that can be described full on without any halt. But I guess this much is sufficient to collect back and go back in the galleries and valleys of my minds where the color of Kerela is still lingering.

 I just lived and held her in my arms, I got painted in her colors and I remained at peace.

Whisperer

The Jungles: Whispering quietness...

 

The duo

Sunlight mingles with the dew in the morn

As a mark of love and passion that is born

Between the two that are different in make,

One in the sky, other on a leaf in the lake.

 

A picture to see..to be in..

A bright sunny day where wind is fresh,
Sea waves carry the breeze, so clear.
The lighthouse stands still in pride,
To look for the pirates if any near.

My window opens up to let in

The blushes of the morn knocking

The bird woke up, made up her nest

I am all ready to hear her talking.

Sand is cold with the dew and tide

My feet could walk through miles

Along the beach that makes me smile

like the serene, blue, happy shore lines.

I put up my blue balls at the azure

which seems today bit glee.

With hovering clouds like balls of wool

and as broad & blue as sea.

O' Rain

Raindrops sew the threads of bliss and drum to create a symphony, calling out  the world to get soaked in all of it, to dilute all your sorrows. Come walk with me, dance with me, and Sing with me in the rain.

The splashes of water and beads of pearl all over my face makes me feel to have all my sins rinsed off my skin and when I open my eyes to see how else have embraced the season of desires, I find that each and every minutest fragment of nature has draped the silver film to hold the cold of rain that might seep into our souls to revive the dryness within. The mammatus clouds plunge and hang down to closely look the effects of their kind gestures creating smiles, inviting tears, making moments. Mud-luscious soil that offers a soft ground for our feet and pass on the sensation throughout the body helps in inducing a strength to squeeze it between the fingers and the toe and shout aloud to match the pitch with that of thunders.

 When I lie down on the ground, a bit floating in water and watch the drops falling down straight from the chest of the sky, sometimes I move to miss their hits but could not defeat all of them. They keep on hitting me till I get all drenched and surrender myself in this little game. I listen to the variant music they create, one while dripping down the core of the leaves into the lakes full of dancing holes and swimming ripples, while striking the tin roof and then sliding across its brim to make a curtain, while making smaller rivers across the roads, between the woods and into the rushing rivers. How alive and awakened everything in rain becomes as if everyone is thanking for this serendipity that refreshed the bond of nature with the nature.

Nature speaks

Nature eyes

my eyes are green with envy for she lives in every lesf and every flower........

Just for haven

A scarecrow in the middle of the field,

Rivulets slipping down the hills

Naiive cattles with ringing bells,

A lonely bird on the bare tree tells,

The story of this farm wee bit old,

In every grain,kept and sold.

Morn full of beams of sun

Where leaves shines and birds run,

To flaunt around and make up a show,

Where flowers smile all in a row.

Billowing crops in the air so light,

Call for a haven,just so right.

Tall palm trees at the foot of the hill.

Orchids of mango trees stand stll.

Buttery stones with all sizes big,

Some smiling faces, some shapes antique.

Soil that smells of you and me

And the hills and the sky and the crops and the tree.

Green meadow to dance and play

And rest on the heights and folds of hay,

Under the sky, wide and dark

With pools and palms of twinkling stars.

How am I blessed to have these eyes

To see all nature where heaven lies.

New colours of stoicism

In the world of seclusion eyes are the true speakers..

Amidst nature lies the peace,entire peace ...

Comparative autumn

Autumn brings colours

One forlorn area where noone lands...

Come again

Behold the clear sky

Bathed in the morning sun.

Crispy rays behind the cloud

And the dazzled light to stun.

Where does the night of dreams go off?

And the yellow moon too hides in?

Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts

And sunlight creeps under my skin.

I dreamt of him last night again

and that is when I fully agree

to frame my own little tales

With whom I always wanted to be.

A wee bit more I wished to sleep

to be with ones I often miss.

But the peeking sun outside my window

Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.

The picture faints ,a smile follows

And the whinning too starts to wane.

I kiss the day in turn with a blush

For I would see him for real again.

nestlings

okayyyy The lesson starts whenever you are ready!!!1

and here is your prize!!!!1

Birdling diaries......starting from the left we have Chezy,Giga,Monssie,Doffu,Sokiee and finally Mr. Goozzle

She

Earth laughs in flowers,

Cries in rain,

Stares from sky.

 

Earth dances in soil,

Walks in trees,

Sleeps in mountains high.

Earth shouts in ocean,

Exults in rainbow,

Flaunts in moon.

Earth winks in stars,

Hides in night,

Sweats in noon of june.

Earth screams in winds,

Whispers in air,

Talks in fog.

Earth whines in storms,

Inures in rocks,

Stands in earth agog.


Earth dies in falling leaf,

lives in blooming bud,

plays in grains of sand.


Earth sings in woods,

groans in clouds,

Angers in effete land.

She again

Dark, dense, green and thick
was the jungle I went across.
To forgo my fear and walk through it

where nature stood quiet and gross.                               

Branches bent and gibed at me
to hoover my thoughts I hid.
Heap of foliage then welcomed me
with one considerate push of wind.

 They had all shapes hanging there
Some where round and some had frills.
On the bed of grass had purple beads
and a swing of stem with leafy tendrils.


I lied down and gawked at azure,
Found myself in a room of white.
With all green and red and blue and yellow
butterflies as a fortuitous delight.


The flux of water killed my doze
when I dipped my feet in its cold.
Ford that had a glazing skin
looked spry to get time a hold.


Fishes danced around my feet
and stones seemed round enough.
I got washed off from inside
and asked them so that I could doff.


She owns a divinity and an ultimate love
where we glean over her figments apart.
To forget and lose and feel the breath
and sweep her inside into my heart

festive canvas

ethereal emergence of goddess from each figment of colourful nature:occasion of durga pooja

diorama of nature