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Gems and Glitter
She points at transparent cupboards and plastic necks decorated with jewelry, and we walk in the shop. Here ornaments are bought and sold, and exchanged with ease. But what about the vacant look those eyes of mannequins carry? - that perpetual sadness, the illusion of riches and glitter, the play of pebbles, stones, and gems? -- Tales of Yonder Blue Mountains sustain tales of yonder the whispering winds bring with them. The tales are elusive and float up and above, one struggles one's way to catch them atop. Blue Mountains store the tales in safety of ice, the red and the blue hide in the white of snow; moods and passions, hunger of flesh and love, float in the avalanche of cross-cultural show. Blue Mountains become monument of desire: for a martyr, a flag flutters on his way to heaven, a lady waits for her lover under the roof of stars, a rainbow weaves threads of tattered emotions; the book is thus bound as a lasting scripture - folded in reverence in those high volcanic layers. -- Inward Journey One beautiful lotus covered itself with blueness of sky, of Krishna, and of Neelkantha. Erect in a pond of the ashrama, introvert and immersed in itself, it embraced the whole universe in its soft petals. It challenged me to look within; to withdraw myself in the void of mind, and go beyond name and form; beyond adjuncts of attributes. -- Previous | Next |
Fresh Offering
Every philosophy has become stale, every figure of speech repetitive dull, every phrase can be termed a cliché, my dear lady, what may I offer you? The moon has the defect of cyclic variability the rainbow comes with glorious uncertainty, the sun sojourns in its scorching arrogance, my dear, Nature has exhausted its wonders. The societal interactions of clumsy snobs, sandy beaches crowded by jostling mobs; the age-old meadows have lost their lush, dear, that's why we meet in a silent hush. I can still offer you a fresh flower, though, this poetic stanza - to decorate your curly hat. -- Solo Dancer of Bastar Hands over head hands by the side hands swirled around; wind whirled and leaves danced as notes came down. A tap on earth a step to the right a step to the left in crescendo rhythm his feet created a musical tune. A tongue frisked a serpent hissed; black was the body and black were the clouds, a flash lighted the fire of hanging moon. A triangular flap tied to waist - his sole attire; with circular swings and spiral ascents he danced with Nature Dham dhamak dhum. -- all poems by c s shah
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