soon to be autumn

Poetry is. . . . "a slight exaggeration, until we make ourselves at home in it. Then it becomes the truth" ~ Adam Zagajewski.

eternal self-reflection

frail and beautiful

it’s selfie time the world over. And, for the lives that pass without a selfie. . . .

ready to be blown away 

in the wind 

the yellow flowers on the wall, 

frail and beautiful, 

stepping back, I pluck a photo. . . .

mystic skies

Always a child in Nature’s lap. . .but those journeys to one’s own childhood becomes more and more solitary as years pass. . .

refreshing

Nothing is as refreshing as being with nature, revelling in the eternal stories of life as the cool monsoon wind turns the pages. . .

to each its own. . .

All the atrocities in the name of cow in this country - Who are we to dictate what others eat? Ultimately, man is but another dust in the wind. . .