Enthusiasm and a vision, the part of sand between the dry and the drenched a canvas of nature. Castles for crabs, caressed by the sea. the waves… Read more “Sandcastles”
They say there is a magic in beginnings, celebration ensues for the future. The past now left behind, left to occasionally peep in. A recollecting smile or… Read more “Magic of Endings”
A rock in a pond Ripples dancing Painting the water brown Soon the rock is a part of the landscape , The mud the home of hatchlings… Read more “Clarity”
Bias is but a bottomless pit. Experiences, thoughts, memories, Built thought by thought. Realizing its but one edge of a round world but the edge joins the… Read more “Bias”
Doors on all sides, But you don’t choose. You go where you are led. But when you think, You find yourself rooted in the spot Paralyzed by… Read more “Doors”
The world is a small place, each second passing differently. one with an inhale the next with an exhale! People flow in and out, a show orchestrated… Read more “Randomness”
The world keeps living, we grow often, the simple sights and mundane miles just another moment. If we could see beyond, if our eyes showed saw through… Read more “Beyond”
A train boarded, and one we are waiting for, jumping on at the last moment. A blur through the window, lurches show sceneries. The path traveled, remembered… Read more “Montage”
Erected from dust heightened with time. Painted with different colors, modified for pleasure. The bricks remain, constant.
A flood breaking the dam of stagnation. A spark igniting fire from two damp stones. Ripples in a silted pond. Spawning creation and novelty.