Fresh mornings

"I have nowhere to go;
I am in no hurry.
I sniff the morning air;
and taste the fresh dew.
I lurk around and enjoy
The company of my friends.
I relax and revel and
Watch the wonderful sunrise.
I dont chase goals;
I dont worry much;
I fill my days to make
Everyday a new experience.
Learn from me;
I am the polar bear!"

Optimism

Whither wonder in
Walking the roads of a city?
Whither chivalry in
Capturing a starved fort?

Times there will be many when
Hope begins to fail;
Pain waits to assail;
Loneliness drives you to despair.

Keep moving forth, steadfast;
For every stumble takes you
Nearer to success;
Closer to home.

Lost in thought

After a rainy day

Sky track

We

Look beyond

Standstill

Formation flight

Serenity @ sunset

Hoggenakkal, Karnataka, India

Colors

Complexity

Loneliness

Darkness looms large and slowly creeps to claim whatever light is left. The rays of hope are nothing but lengthy illusory shadows and hope is now a forbidden four letter word.

Bouts of unhappiness and sorrow envelop me. Analysis becomes futile. Is it empathy for people - for they refuse to see what is clear and beautiful, for they complicate simple things to such convoluted levels that untying the problem itself becomes the focus rather than the desire to attain The solution. Perhaps, thats the goal of it - to forget the solution and worry about the problem itself. Or is it simply a manifestation of my own boredom - the lack of exciting things to do, the laziness to do the things which are actually exciting? Or maybe it is simply another mechanism of keeping my head busy by ingesting it with a bit of sorrow.

Oh, Teacher!, where art thou?

Why?

School is an age of discovery -- new friends are made, wonderful games invented, imagination wanders wide, hopes float high, strange ideas get explored and simple discoveries stimulate little heads.

Late in my fifth grade, I borrowed her history notebook for copying some class work; of course, it was obvious that I was not in the habit of writing anything on mine unless inspection day approached and it was that time of the year. Little did I wonder about the asymmetry involved in the process of opening a notebook - it was always the front end I was worried about but when I opened the wrong side of the notebook, I had opened the doors to a side of life I never imagined to exist.

I was greeted by funny faces, obscure cartoons and multicolored words filled with profound statements (which I found remarkably amusing then). People write funny things on the last page of their notebooks, to serve as core dumps of their thoughts, feelings and repressed emotions that can never be vent elsewhere. And I loved sneaking into where rules forbade.

Ever since, I have thoroughly enjoyed trespassing into The last pages, assimilating figments of imagination that can never find an equal in the kingdom of words. As time flew by, I have expanded my activities to include reading other people's diaries, blogs and even thoughts (the last without much success).

Maybe, it offered me a certain sense of companionship and closeness with humanity or perhaps it was just voyeuristic satisfaction. Anyways, I did not bother to investigate and no one told me to either...

As I read through the jammed lines of world thought, there comes this time when the urge to give back becomes so hard to hold back...

So here it is - from a cow with love. Enjoy my blogs!