of what use

Photo: Lorraine Renaud

winter's day

Autumn Rain

frighteningly

autumn colours

our chitchats

loneliness

Basho's path

empty canvas

Trodden Path

autumn sun

August's crescent

mackerel sky

sunset sky. . .

When its darkness around, freedom is of no use. . .

An old one, but holds as good.

her stories

The dearest of our people may leave us....but some of their stories live in us. Become our stories. . .

Nature's brushstrokes

When Nature gets harsh, it all gets a bit pale. Remnants of a harsh summer. . .

Zooming in

Faraway bells

Doomed to Dream? Or is it Dare to Dream ~

This isn’t the India we ever dreamt of, or can ever dream of:
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write the story anew

sea-daffodils

little flowers

Thunder

Get Real, Be Disillusioned

Disillusionment is good.

 And, there is still a place

Within and at times without

Where beauty still exists

Be there. 

Rest, awhile.

Hailstorm

The earth, a child again

The earth becomes a child again every spring ~

winter lull

Slanted Universe ~

Meantime in a parallel perpendicular slanted Universe, someone is checking the threshold

Nature works on multiple plans simultaneously. 

Poetry? Some other day.