The many faces of Elation

The many people. the many faces . the many facets of Carnival

A vacation named Elation

Here's Elation, captured form the tour bus window in Ensenada, Mexico. Apart from the many images that took form on the lense of my SLR, there are numerous counterparts that are captured on the lense of the greatest camera known to human kind. The Eye. And that's not all. Many a vivid reflections got etched on the heart's lense that are elated to take a word form in this blah_blah of mine. So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls - Here's unveling a series of blogs dediated to the elated spirits, elated soul - courtesy, Carnival Elation.

Inspiration.

You never know when and where it strikes.
You never know how it comes to you, disguised in the form of a chipping trunk of a mammoth tree, The heart shaped lips of a fashion model, the crooked bend of a curvy path or even a remote control clutter on the coffee table.

To me it came today, in the form of an anonymous comment, calling my works fresh and original.

Thanks to the poster!

So a bunch of thanks with a capital T are in order.

Thanks to Lahari, Thanks to Ravi, Thanks to Krishna Kumar Uncle, Thanks to Satya, To Nalini, To Ram, To Sindhu and to everyone who treads this path and looks at my childish , stupid and meaningless blabbering as art,poetry and prose.

To each and everyone of you, I am most sincerely thankful.

(Makes me realise how a pair of eyes that can look at something can change its form from petty to pretty)

Incarnation

Sitting relaxed
Looking at the expanse of the world around
I enjoy the cool of being
Under your shade of protection.

Your grandiose persona
spreads itself
Like the branches of an evergreen
Basking under its shade
In a mystic ecstasy
I savour the bliss
Of knowledge -
Of knowing, Of loving,
Of living and giving.

Seasons change, leaves of blessings fall
Like cascades
Showering upon me
Countless wishes
Eternal hopes.
Your sacrifices, Your services
transform
Into a worthwhile life like mine
And many more like mine.

You make me into a form
Nurturing me in the womb of your love.
I thrive on your affection
On your attention
Your devotion.

Curtains of gratitude fall
On the eyes of emotion
Hands join, lips whisper
Thanking a formless God
For giving you in alms
To a soul starving
For a glimpse of the Omnipresent
In your form
O mother.

Can't wait...

...To be on Carnival sipping a virgin Pina Colada and reading a book while feeling the cool breeze of the Pacific.

Can't wait to finis that load of laundry and get the closet in order.

Can't wait for friday cause it was just another Manic Monday.

Can't wait to write something meaningful. I'll probably do. I'll do. yea!

Hiatus

From baking
My Thoughts into words.
From Dreaming,
From living
Life in the Alphabet.
From Loving
Font, print!
From Being what I want to be
For What I am
Takes precedence :-)

virile pain.

Dawn to dusk
Thoughts layer one on top of the other,
Creating a shroud of memories
Covering the remnants of a broken heart.

A soul trapped in the webs of love
Grapples for freedom
Only to find itself more entwined
In the evil pangs.

A tear rises and drowns
The last traces of hope
Lingering around the numbed crevices
Of a dejected mind.

Love or something like it
Can kill without killing!
Ask his deceased feelings
That tell truth
playing peek-a-boo
In the macho cast
Over the face of a shattered dream.

Change.

Look Back !
Some one is yearning for your touch!
Hear again !
A cry for a moment of togetherness perhaps?
Care for a second glance?
You can see a stream of tears
Flooding the ambiance of someone's soul
To get another peek at you!

A little grip
Holding tight - the fabric that drapes your being
A tiny fist,
Trying to embrace your leg
Craving for your attention.
A wee hope
To hold your gaze a flash of a second longer
Than it lingers around that tender face.

An empty tummy
Starved of hope.
Longs for a morsel of affection
You can feed it perhaps
You can fill it perhaps
with just an askance glance
Of concern.
You can change it perhaps
If not the whole world
With just one word of love.

Nirvana

A furnace of emotion
Ignites
Free flowing tears
Radiant smiles
Dark fears
Bright hopes.

A fire,
An amber of humanness
A spark that transmutes
Into a Blaze of mortality,
leaving ashes of vulnerability.
Something an erratic soul
Wishes to repel, reject, resist?
In pursuit of Truth.
To emerge as a little drop
In the ocean of the Omniscient.

Lest You be Judged.

It is unfortunate that we judge people all the time. Judgements based on things that could be false or prejudiced. We get judgemental based on appearances, conversations and even preferences. It is unfortunate. Very!

Dear Heavenly Father, make me slow to Judge ( Or get me over being judgemental) and quick to forgive!

Tardy.

A package I sent in late 05 to a cyber friend made it to it's destination in Long Beach, CA last week !
And I never believed stories about deliveries that were done 30 years late. There are some things that I can believe, for everything else, there is USPS :-DDD.