my lovely little gods.....

The love that our children pour upon the people they love the most is like ambrosia with which we can live forever throughout our lives with a smile on our face.The way they care ,the manner in which they express their feelings for us and the art of their pampering us make them the greatest artist and loveliest sight.It seems too easy for them to get happy and sad all at once ,it appears quite simple for them to make somebody everybody for them where they could forget everyone else.For that time being we feel to be at the top of the world when we are their everybody and we dance and sing and play and jump and lie down in our own world which turns out to  be entirely different and aloof and cheerful.When they laugh aloud and continue laughing till the breath goes off , we feel we have made god laugh.When they come to us and do things they don't usually do like a really happy and gleeful man,we feel like blessed. When in every occassion they choose to hold our fingers and sit and eat and sleep with us,it is like being the most special and the most important person.When among their tiny friends they introduce us with pride kissing our cheeks and hanging their hands around our neck,it is like getting the divine reward.When everyday  they wake up and ask for our name at first,we feel like having the greatest parts of our moments.But time of depart comes when they need to  revert back to their routine without us, ripping off the hearts .Both of us cry and sense the lonelinness that cannot be compromised,neither negotiated.It is like moving away from my little gods towards the grey colourless life where their chirping and jauntiness is missing. It is quite real when we say we can die for some people with whom we live the happiest life.................blessings to them.... my lovely little gods..

felicity of she

Nature ties a bond for sure wid everyone who need her modesty and calmness in the true spirits of a human. her music,her art of portraits and lingua of literature penetrates into the frail veins and drench them again with the freshness of her presence.come out of the business of lives that surrounds and hounds sometimes under the canopy of hers to get swooned in the delight of a true happiness.man being the most rational among all has defined almost all the emotions and ecstasies with and without expressions but many times the appeal is eccentric that stirs in self-centeredness hurting the elements of power.we are still among those and now we cannot see through our eyes,neither can we listen to her cries ....a dusty layer swims along the breeze carrying the message to everyone that time has gone to wake up on the call,time is to awaken all around you and return her favours ,may all of us find an idyllic life like the long yore...
She has her angelic fragments everywhere around us ,be it pale moon or the shimmering stars or the old tree in your backyard or it may be the dancing humming bird that comes to your garden every morning  which you noticed few days before.  It all depends on the time when you realise that the cosmos communicates with you and whispers the words that spin the threads of our lives .When we really start listening to them,we are started being  cared and supported in a real manner giving surprises and gaeity every new day,making powerful moments and strong memories...her voice mingles with my  instincts and her closeness and sharings make me feel the 'ether at my toe................

PORTRAITS n my CHARACTERS...:)..

A boy with a tinge of naughtiness and a bit filial care

She seems quite in an eccentric manner,fishy!!



a lady with an attitude of feminism,full of vigour,confidence,strength and emotions........



a tender smile with shimmering eyes potending innocence at peak...........

compassionately  and sensuously portraying the urge to look up for the songs inside her heart .......

the blue balls with dreams swimming in the pool of desires,an eye with a wait,with an appeal and a solicit speech to look through it,the colours in your life,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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a rural indian woman filled with the light of contentment without anything to say or complain for,one who spins the threads of tiny little but great moments of her life to make people whom se loves and care for, happy and glee.

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sometimes silence speaks in a more contrived manner where one will be pulled towards the vacuum of her enigma,so cryptic,so sizzling,so charismatic so able to coax one's thoughts,,,,,,,,,,,,,

a someone with refreshing ideas but outmoded thoughts rooted to the highly admired indian values,a someone whose smile slides into the lake of eternal feelings,a someone who is not just someone.............

disguised blessing.........

when I place my cobwebbed head  in the warm lap of my mother made cosy with the soft cotton sari and sleep a while,I wish to be there for ever and smell the divinity of motherhood for which I cadge.
I got to know that the little birdies live with their families till they are illiterae of flying .Once they learn,they leave their nests forever and under predestinarianism,fly away in the azure to get one partner for making a new nest.Human nature is also similar,difference is that our sky is small and even after leaving our nests we pine for getting back there.

Twenty years are less for the people who have nurtured the saplings till they grow into plants to walk away.It is harder indeed for the plants also  to see the transgression of their planthood into treeism making the skin of the stem dryer and tougher from outside keeping the  memories of the yore green and alive though.It is hard to adjoin new people in life which invites a lots of confusions as well in regards to our duties,our spending time ,our reliability towards the people getting older.Everybody repeats the same story of same plot in their respective lives where people live,play,grow old and then leave.In between, lies the experiences and stories to narrate to the world where our fragments float making up the memories and resemblence.
Paulo cohelo used one concept of power of a moment where sometimes in an event we feel that same things,same imagery , same activities have been earlier also experienced and in that case we could predict what next would happen.This refers that the particular moment has some intention which needs to be realised and that is the reason it comes in front of us till we do.Till I read him I thought I was the only one to experience the thing and referred it as of a magical and gifted essence.But if it happens to some more and they pay heed to it I think we would start seeing an alchemical change in the art of our living...
Drowsiness sometimes before turning into full sleep whispers some nice thoughts as a precursor to our dreams,just now it did and I want to freeze it "when something/someone goes/go away and we feel it/he can't come back at all,we can strive hard to crawl upto the point nearest to them and the tattered reflections may reappear............

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in the azure to dive in

flowery..



romance of dance





a wrath expression in blues...........







in the azure...to dive in



                                                                           



pink floyd........



impressions.........

a delicacy ................

nature would remain in fantasies

sun peeping behind the tree of life.........

Charisma..

Her welling eyes were blazing with the tragic happiness of his sudden arrival from the war front.Bothering thoughts of his weal vanished when she discovered him in front of her,calling her name with all compassion and mirth had he collected all these years .Her feet became stiff and cold,spines became smoky and she reckoned to the tunes of perfect octave in the air when he extended his arms to hold her tight.His virile figure appeared a day-dream to her and his smile a wave of mirage.To get through the real denouement ,she shuttered her eyes up and felt her gooseflesh being warmed up,her soul gaining the sense of being held inside his.He rolled into her arms and tugged in all despair,all dejections,all acerbities of yester years .She cried with all her heart out drenching her iced veins with the warmth of amorousness.

                                Love is  a moment ,just an uncalled, powerful serendipity limning whole life with the aurora of blessings and philters of regal consort.