Throwback Thursday! Attraversiamo!

Attraversiamo

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Let’s cross over. Life is a journey with intricate small journeys but we should have the will to move on…..

It’s hard to let go of the past, be it bad relationships, fights, situations, time, fears……. it all fades away but it is within you to let go , to embrace the future, to liberate yourself from the past.

Cross over from your fears….. embrace the road ahead

Cross over from past relationships……. LOVE is within you….

Cross over from ROUTINE! Seriously do it and you will be surprised…

Cross over from past situations… Learn and never look back..

Cross over from yourself…. Find the new you, let go and start over all again..

Cross over to find a new world, a new journey just waiting for you to embrace for…” You have just climbed up and above the roof, there is nothing between you and the infinite, now let…

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Future: Poetry

A future so hopeful yet distant;

A second, a minute, an hour, a day, a year

Man clinging on with a faith so dear,

Pondering on the worries this instant

A better life that he dreams often

Lost in the thoughts of the morrow

Never a joy in the moments he borrows

Of others who may hit the coffin

The mind stands unperturbed and lonely

With the hope of the future content

And a world so definite

A life in the now and only

As Soul beckons for the present

Seldom does the clock strike infinite

 

Landscape: Poetry

 

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Rumbak Village as seen from Stok La, Ladakh, India

“You take the colours right from the palette, I say!

You speak of a place within, I gather.

Painter happens to be my soul, ain’t it?

You often have a say with the silence.

Such myriad colours you adorn yourself with

And glare at me for treading upon you

I gasp for breath out of exhaustion and astonishment

You sure have ensnared me in your arms”

 

 

Pleasure: Poetry: Autumn

A leaf gracefully lets go of a life so old, autumn is here

Everything ushers a sense of beauty, autumn is here

Jackets, boots, scarves on the go, autumn is here

Pumpkin juice, Pumpkin Coffee, latte;slurp, autumn is here

As I walk through the woods, my heart sings a song

Of colour, bliss, grace, everything divine!

Wind beckons the end of a season, autumn is here

Sun dwindles between cloudy , cold days, autumn is here

A contentment in letting go of anything old, autumn is here

A pleasure in the journey of old and new, autumn is here!

As I walk through the woods, my heart sings a song

Of colour, bliss, grace, everything divine!

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Flavor: Poetry

I chose Flavor as Sunshine and linked two poems. They sure talk about Sunshine in all eternity and they make utter sense 🙂

A Moment’s Indulgence by Rabindranath Tagore: http://rabindranathtagoreib.weebly.com/a-moments-indulgence.html

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight by Robert Frost: http://rabindranathtagoreib.weebly.com/a-moments-indulgence.html

 

I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray.To feel of between thumb and fingers;No lasting effect of it lingers.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

There was one time and only the one. When dust really took in the sun; And from that one intake of fire. All creatures still warmly suspire.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and
the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

And if men have watched a long time. And never seen sun-smitten slime. Again come to life and crawl off, We not be too ready to scoff.

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing
dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

 

Screen: Poetry

A Television screen; Big, Flat, Tiny, Curved

To soak your boredom

A Laptop screen; Touch/not, Revolving/Not, Detachable/Not

To be an attached companion on the go

A Phone screen; Again Big, Flat, Tiny

To get away from the crowd

A Theatre screen

To get lost in another’s happy, sad, funny, strange story

A Mirror, wait a minute it ain’t a screen!

Sigh, we have forgotten to read ourselves….

The Reflection!

Throwback Thursday! Abode of Stalwarts!

Books…. my eternal love!

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You are in for confusion when you are in the presence of books. That is how I see it. Just as I walked to the Community Library Center today, my heart started racing. My eyes looked about the book shelves with admiration and love. I was certainly in a limbo with John Grisham and Agatha Christie calling me to break my head over a crime and delve in the intricacies of the crime played out; Nicholas Sparks and Nora Roberts cooing on to be a part of the romantic odyssey; Ayn Rand always calling on to my heart, to admire the objectivity of life; whole section of Classics wooing me to jump aboard the adventure ship of sheer loyalty, pure love and brilliance; then there is Ruskin Bond who entraps me for a moment in the ecstasy of the mountains; R K Narayan and Rabindranath Tagore calling to tell me…

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Journey: Poetry

Passion burns like a raging fire

Adrenaline rushes like the mighty rivers

Mind is anxious before the start

Soul dances like the butterfly

There isn’t a moment which passes

Without thinking about the Journey

For it is a new beginning, a new start

Much like a brand new life!

 

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Magnetic Hill, Ladakh, Jammu and Kashmir, India

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Friend: Poetry

My heart stopped at its sight

Over and above the clouds

Untouched by the greedy humans

Nurtures the tired souls

Time stands still

Awakening the spiritual call

Intriguing is the silence

Never a song to the naysayers!

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Rumbak village as seen from the Stok Range, Ladakh, Jammu and Kashmir, India

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