Air,Water,Fire and Ice

These are a few of my favourite clicks!

 Zeus raising his head to blaze the sky...

Nature trying its best to balance the warm and the cool colours of the sky

 icing on top of the world

 A bit of wandering wispy fluff,wind ..

 Blaze flash..

 I'm rooted to the grounds oh wind..you cannot shake me up so easily..you will be shattered like wisps of clouds that crown the sky above

 small wonder...braving the cold

 Raven in rest after sunset...

 There is an interplay of light and shadow if you look at the wings closely..

 water water everyehere..

 A mirage ..a reflection

 Closer to the mirage..i discover two worlds..

 an under-water wonder world

Crimson Ecstasy

CRIMSON ECSTASY

What did you have in mind when you crafted this piece!

A pair of scissors

A stainless steel needle

A reel of thread?

The blades pierce the heart of a lover

To fill up your palette with crimson deep

Deeper than the Mediterranean

Colours ...

what will they do without a base!

Suspended in idleness

A rainbow in the sky!

you reach out

 to grab a handful of white gossamer

worn as a veil by the goddess of beauty

how dexterously you cut out

one velvet petal after the other

Dipped in crimson

Sewed together at the base

Not a wrinkle or a crease to disturb the rendezvous

Of the petals with the green alcove

That holds them in an everlasting embrace

Your  dreams meander in the crimson whirlpool

You breathe over it...

Magical is the night

That loses itself in its fragrance

Enigmatic is the breeze that carries its message on its wings

Your angels sweat in anticipation

Waiting for your creation to come alive

And then

A tear from your eye falls on it...

The rose trembles in ecstasy

--Ghazal..17^th feb 2012...21:15pm

All the precious words


you and I have exchanged


have found their way


into the heart of the universe


One day they'll pour on us


like whispering rain


helping us arise


from our roots again


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http://youtu.be/Nbl0hbMC-Vc



~ Rumi

Rumi - Fields of Gold (helping us arise from our roots again)

Saga of a flight

This game of words

Has conjured

Images of a kite

Flying up high in the sky

A saga of its flight

What do they mean

Why do they mean

The voices inside scream

One end is tied up to the wheel

And one is free to dream

Of heights and breeze

And calm blue seas

Somersaults in the air

It soars up high, ecstatic cry

A game of solitaire!

What if the wheel just loosens it?

And lets it drift away!

the sky of lead above the world

will just not let it sway

and when i take a walk out there

i’ll find it stuck in a branch

 of a willow standing as witness

to its avalanche

Jaded, faded

tattered

torn

rustling in the storm

...ghazal..4th feb 2012..10.50 am