Is it the end,
Where the path of the past
As it ceased to exist?
Is it the bend,
Where the path takes
A new turn
As it enters new horizons?
Is this the beginning of
Another new month?
Is this the end as
The year comes to a close?
What was in the past?
Few promises were broken!
Few new promises were made!
And in between life did happen!
What lies ahead?
Isn’t that the billion dollar question?
Blushing blooming buds?
Fragrant fluffy flowers?
What’s out there could be
Seen, heard and felt from there…
But not from here, for
Appearances are deceptive!
So step ahead..
Even if it’s towards an end..
For the road bends and there lies
Another new beginning!
An Exploration of experience!
Steps! They are well worn! Many people have used those steps but to go up …. or to go down? Perhaps both? Were they walking … or running…. and why? What is at the bottom? What is at the top? Were the people adventurers, or refugees? Recreational enthusiasts or environmentalists? They could have been very young….. or very old, and perhaps had horses or donkeys to accompany them? Did those that go up them find their goal, or did they return disappointed. Did those that come down them ever return to the top? So many questions must go unanswered. So many stories must go untold. Steps!
Caption / Post / Thought courtesy – Mr. Colin.
Is it the bird that is caged?
Or is it the heart of the one who caged them in?
Only someone who has no regrets or one who leads a contended life could sleep this peacefully while lying on the floor surrounded by nature in its primal form. So what would it be for you and what might be the reason for this dog? But do dogs need reason to be peaceful?! 😉
Tagged to Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge!
This is a very common site in the southern India, where many stories unfold every single day. What is the story it speaks to you?
The post is tagged for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge: Learn Photography. Do visit his new awesome site for more mundane, yet beautiful pictures!
If you think you are misguided by the title, I am sorry. But this is indeed a selfie.. Yes, that’s my other hand and it pretty much looked like a duck face to me.. 😉
The fun of making shadow puppets is ageless! So what is memory that surfaces when you think of shadow puppet? Waiting to hear your story.. 🙂
Linked to Trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge that thankfully runs beyond the Monday.. 😉
As the nib dances over the page,
As the ink flows through the pen,
As the emotions drip through the hand,
As the mind empties as the heart speaks out,
As the time ticks by, the paper is filled..
The heart is empty as everything was poured out..
The mind so serene, for the heart isn’t wavering..
A glow is added to the smile in the eyes..
The heart feels content, happy and what not!
Even when the ink fades, the emotion stays..
Even when the paper decays, the smile lingers..
Even when the sender is forgotten,
The message stays..
Let our words outlive the version of our memories,
In the hearts of people around you..
And let those be the sweetest of words,
For the pain of words has no cure, at all..
Every work of art has
Lack of Substance,
A mere scribble
And so much more..
And every such creator
Needs, not wants,
Needs a follower,
Bordering the level
of a professional stalker,
Without the creepiness,
But just with the consistency
And observation of the stalker..
To read the words,
To read the spaces,
Between the lines,
To realise the intent,
To understand the nuances,
To find out the unwritten words,
To appreciate the concealment,
Of ingeniousness inside simplicity..
To push when stagnating,
To pull down when going overboard,
To travel alongside,
Just to make sure,
The journey isn’t lonely..
For every journey
Is bound to get lonely at times
And also it could make sure that
The traveller feels
Lost and maybe
On the wrong route..
So I dedicate this 275th post,
To thank my followers,
Friends, critics and supporters
And especially my stalkers,
For every single Like,
Comment and Follower,
On and Off the WordPress,
For getting me here!
(: THANK YOU! 🙂
Does this signify an entrance?
Or is this the barring gate?
Will it open to new ventures?
Will it withheld the dreams?
Could I push it open?
Will it pull me back?
Is it colorful from the other side too?
Does this contain rainbows?
Or is it just the leftover unfulfilled dreams?
Or is it the color palette to paint new dreams?
Or is it a mere part of the door?
And am I thinking too much again? 😛
When I saw these diamond buds in the morning, I thought yes, Diamonds goes grow on plants! And these diamonds are even more precious as they couldn’t be held in palm or made into jewellery. But they help us nurture us and cherish us with the vital element of our life. The H2O. And still they look like poetry written by Nature!
As the sun rushes to kiss the horizon,
The sky blushes and turns red..
He kisses her everyday..
She blushes at every kiss..
This is the oldest, yet youngest love
And a truly forever kind of love..
I’m here on this rooftop waiting,
For my kiss, blush and love..
Is that you over the horizon?
Oh yes! And here I come, my love!!
Here’s another water sprayer,
But this isn’t to sprinkle
Tiny diamonds on golden leaves..
But to bring down the sparkle
Of fire ablaze to safety!
Though not sure whether it’s mundane, it’s tagged for MMC at trablogger.wordpress.com.
Though it might be scary / creepy for few, it is quite mundane at few places!