winter wind ~

It starts off as a short story, often ends in three lines. That's the story these days. Wind brings with it the story....goes away with the will to write ~

Haiku is possibly a potent seed that needs to be nurtured into a story ~

Autumn light

The soft autumn light is upon us. And, in our tropical gardens only few trees celebrate autumn. . . .and freedom. 

lifting its bare limbs
to the sky. . . 
in the soft light of autumn 
the tree celebrating
another season of freedom

. . .wishing all be well. . .

carried away
by a stream of thoughts. . .
this sharp chirrup of a bird, 
bringing me right back 
to the present ~ to all things well 
with the world,
and to those not so. . .

autumn begins ~

Let no one be killed, no voices be snuffed out. . .anymore.

The stream of life will take it on. . .and the voice resurfaces elsewhere. . .

Senior journalist and activist Gauri Lankesh was shot dead by unidentified assailants – http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/karnataka/journalist-gauri-lankesh-shot-dead-in-bengaluru/article19625724.ece

splinter of truth

Time - the enigma that holds the key to Truth, and Life on Earth hinges on the Hope that Truth shall prevail. If Truth were to fail, this world would be a horrible place to live; God, a mere idea of convenience invented by man for his deceitful ways.

For all the Gods and Godmen that we have, a glimpse of Truth is today a rare experience . . . more often, not whole. Yet, gives a reason to smile. . .when it appears.

take care, dear country

Caught between Ram Rahim and cow vigilantes, my dear country!

frontiers of time

A reminder from 1200-1300 ADs for the present day wall-builders and d̶e̶c̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶  division-makers. . .both within India and elsewhere. . .