Painted bridge

Painted by my child

He likes the grass the best but I prefer the sky mirrored in the waters that flow by.

Sunset at Saputara

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.

‘Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

- Revelation by Robert Frost

Candlelight

Love is like a candlelight,
Glowing in the dark
The warmness kindles
From a tiny spark.

The light is soft at first,
Then, it grows bright,
For some, it grows over time,
For some, it’s love at first sight.

If not taken care of,
The flame will slowly die
And when it’s gone, it leaves you
Sitting there, wondering, why?

- Shannon Albo

Sunrise

Southern Sunrise by Sylvia Plath

Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, their balconies
Fine as hand-
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch.

Tilting with the winds,
On arrowy stems,
Pineapple-barked,
A green crescent of palms
Sends up its forked
Firework of fronds.

A quartz-clear dawn
Inch by bright inch
Gilds all our Avenue,
And out of the blue drench
Of Angels’ Bay
Rises the round red watermelon sun.

First Lady of Indian Hospitality

The grand old lady of Indian hospitality surrounded by a flock of pigeons. Clicked on 1st March 2008 at an early morning concert at the Gateway of India arranged by Pancham Nishad. Ustad Rashid Khan had performed then. I (for that matter no one) could ever have dreamt what would happen here 6 months later.

In such tense & fear-ridden times, its inspirational to read about those who built the Taj. Read an eulogising article about the Taj here and about JRD Tata here.

Coffee quirks

Two coffee cups met at the café,

One was an espresso, the other was a latté

Twilight hues

A Marathi song by Lata Mangeshkar that matches this mood. Teenhisanja Jahalya

Reflections

Surreal sunset on a quiet beach at Dahanu.

Wish I was sailing away

Waiting at the water’s edge
Watching all the ships
As they are heading for the harbour wall,
I was just a boy,
I was just a boy,
Dreaming of the wide world,
Dreaming of the wide world;

Watching as they disappear,
Reading out the names
Of all the places I have never been,
Looking out to sea,
Staring out to sea,
Dreaming of a wide world,
Dreaming of the wide world,

I wish I was sailing away,
Sailing away,
Sailing away, with you tonight,
With you tonight;

- Excerpted lyrics of ‘Sailing Away’ by Chris de Burgh from the album ‘Flying Colours’

Colours of rangoli

Butterflies flitting over flowers in this rangoli by Mrs M. Evokes the brightness and gaiety of Diwali.