Sunday, March 27, 2011
Mar 13th- Stone 41
Fury Incarnate
The earth moved,
the ocean in a frenzy,
surged forth to swallow land
A nation ravaged...
Mar 10th- Stone 39
Fine tuning
Tuning in and tuning out
the static grating on the ears
And then at a precise frequency
clear as a bell!
Mar 8th- Stone 38
Nimble feet
The striped squirrel sprinted sprightly
dodging the jagged glass edges
of the compound wall.
(image pic courtesy:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zO3wJwNFWroyVAZc8TuDfrjhSmSbxyMY8Oi1bd73XQxbTRELjfb6JdP7Z1hjC8WY8FSDXcKKBevedryDgM4QuGArgmro3qFSSvDCd94rPbNWTKktQ8biHxREc2T_WBSKQnhgN90JjyU/s400/DEL+Apr10+3-striped+Squirrel+01.jpg)
Mar 5th- Stone 35
Once Upon a Time...
Lines creasing the face
sparse greys adorning the pate
knees bent, unsteady gait
teeth stained and broken
Eyes misty in past glory...
Mar 1st- Stone 32
Reflected Glory- Mar 1st
On the wall, behind the cloth rack, was a round slice of golden light!
The mirror on the opposite wall shimmered in reflected Glory!
Feb 28th- Stone 31
Tongue tantaliser- Feb 28th
the savoury was first crushed,
sprayed with sizzling chickpea gravy
topped with green, brown and red sauces
garnished with finely chopped tomatoes,onions,
sev and coriander sprigs...
(image courtesy:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jBBWyKGaBGQ/TCGib704JHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/v7-xhT-Vt6Y/s400/Samosa+Chaat+Ingredients.gif)
Feb 26th- Stone 29
Magic of Sewing- Feb 26th
Fabric, thread, needle
Measuring, drawing,cutting, sewing
Hand on wheel,
feet on treadle
from whole to bits and then whole again...
(image courtesy: https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgom61-ORlMUdNhbbWyl2lVUKo8WHV9iLdsM9HT31svFTfF0gjg11vrTduYpJA0iRMTATKr-49Lsv5_H1QasP7fJaeaoEA9eWjTNMrdvv8pfpTATkbQ-O-o2H9LBuvhGGG_UyDN8cUivc8/s1600/At_the_sewing_machine-765932_49105755.jpg)
Feb 25th- Stone 28
Scaffolding- Feb 25th
Today under the blazing sun
with cement and dust all around,
some romping about, between wobbly planks and thin air
and some perched precariously between land and the skies...
to create inviolable fenced in spaces
for strangers Tomorrow...
(image courtesy: http://www.aluminiumscaffold.net/wp-content/themes/thesis_17/custom/rotator/scaffolding%20header.jpg)
Feb 21st- Stone 24
Tidal wave- Feb 21st
some days the waters are still, no ripples , placid and calm
easy to watch from the shore
some days there are small ripples, causing hardly any flutter
easy to remain ashore watching
and then there are those days
its windy, there are eddies
swirling and turbulent
and now sucked into the vortex
struggling to stay afloat...
(pictures courtesy: http://cdn.webecoist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Moskstraumen.jpg
http://cdn.webecoist.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/Naruto.jpg)
Feb 20th- Stone 23
Illusion -Feb 20th
During some random moment
My vacant gaze falls upon the mosaic tiles
shapes and colours emerge swimming languidly
creating a splattered collage...
(photo courtesy:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUbB7GgukBYUKc2lJnUP92MKiUGqSMvofwteDxUUCT84X2Mv292EEzUVwxo9iEGLSWGemm44mYcHTKuNpfrF5Uz-fsCcOAGVHOQJg7X64dGaW1LkOZtZxxKavTpwKR-nF_mFFPWO-Wdok/s400/pompeii+mosaic+tile+floor.JPG)
Feb 18th- Stone 21
Lull - Feb 18th
The night is still
The trees and leaves are still
Even the air is still
Has somebody pressed the Pause button of Life?
Feb 16th- Stone 19
Whats Brewing!- Feb 16th
The spatula slicing through the splattering stew
a pinch of this, a dash of that...
simmering low
the aroma just right
not too pungent, not too bland...
Feb 15th- Stone 18
Strangers- Feb 15th
For a brief slice of time
Two people share the same space
No glances exchanged
No words uttered
The bus comes
And they part forever...
Feb 13- Stone 16
All that remains- Feb 13th
Memories trapped in the mind
Tears trapped in the eyes
Sobs choked in the throat...
Image trapped in a frame!
Feb 11th- Stone 14
Blessed Oblivion- Feb 11th
Under the skies, below the over bridge
covered by a tattered sheet, feet sticking out
flies hovering...
blissfully asleep.
Feb 10th Stone 13
The Day After-Feb 10th
The wedding is over
The Day after is also gone
The bride has left
All that remains is the withered festoon
and some scattered rice and turmeric on the floor...
Reading the above, I stopped short! I went back to look at my stones...and there in almost every single stone, 'I' loomed large! It was all about me...I was hardly 'invisible'. My writing has always been about laying myself bare!! Where do I conceal myself as I look, listen and perceive? Interesting, challenging...)
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