The woods are lovely, dark, and deep...

...But I have promises to keep...

cheeks are missing in between

I have some infatuation for this variety of hibiscus. So it appears again.

garden sentry

Infinity in finite

It is the formless white infinity that helps something to get form and
colour. Like a plant that gets rooted beneath the earth surface- all
forms are sustained by formless ineffable infinity. It is this
infinity that has been aspiring to find itself in innumerable forms
and in its incessant aspiration it gives out its end-less being to
every little and big forms. So whenever a flower or even a person
touches me to my delight the infinity is touched in me.

inside Qutub complex

The Qutab complex, also spelled Qutb or Qutub, is an array of
monuments and buildings at Mehrauli in Delhi, India, the most famous
of which is the Qutb Minar. This complex was first constructed by
Qutab-ud-din Aibak, the first ruler of the Slave Dynasty, and his
successor Iltutmish (aka Altmash) in his new city called the
Qila-Rai-Pithora near Prithivraj Chauhan's older city. The complex was
added to by many subsequent rulers, including Iltutmish and Ala ud din
Khilji as well as the British.

The most famous monument situated in the complex is the Qutub Minar;
other important constructions in the complex are the Quwwat ul-Islam
Mosque, the Alai Gate, the Alai Minar and the Iron pillar.
Twenty-seven previous Jain temples were destroyed and their materials
reused to construct the minar and other monuments of the complex.

from my hotel window in Shimla

It was horribly cold and so I decided not to go out of my hotel.
While standing before the glassed window -this came to my view(from
the third floor).

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

call of forest on sunday

It is a beautiful sunny sunday. The air is filled with fragrance of
trees, and the soft wind is playing a nonchallant musical tune with
the leaves and birds.
How beautiful are the trees-loving trees! They do not know to cling to!

Good night!

It's just time for dinner now in India.
Thank you all for your kind words and friendship. See you again tomorrow.
Good night.

January 24, 2009
9.48 PM

The Moon and I

But even then there is none. Only in that ineffable silence everything
is erased leaving an essence of one single all pervading existence.

Apartments

Shelters-one- a habitation of human beings -the other of birds.
We must learn to live together in a single complex of a shelter-called life.

integral receptivity

"You may have noticed in the different parts of your being, when
something comes and you do not receive it, it produces a stiffening
-something hardens in the vital, in the mind or in the body. There is
a clenching and this tension hurts-the first thing to do then, by a
force of will, is to relax this clenching...you must learn how to 'let
go'....This process of relaxation of tensions may be differently
applied in the mind, in the vital, or in the body, but logically it is
the same thing. You can enlarge your consciousness as vast as the
earth and even the universe. When you do that you become truly
receptive."

[Photograph by my daughter]

an abandoned castle

Had I been given a choice I would have preferred living alone in an an
abandoned castle.
But this should in no way be deducted that I have a liking for that
horrible Romanian Count!

seeking out from within

May this NEWNESS grow to its fullness

To the friends of the USA.
My sincere goodwill for the land and its people.

on a foggy day in Manali-North India

Manali is in Himachal Pradesh-a province of India. It's near Shimla.
Beautiful tourist spot and a cold region. There is a path on the left
side of this cottage that may lead to a place of absolute
solitude-much loved by the yogis earlier.

Shimla-North India

Shimla a tourist spot in Himalayan India. It was developed by the
British for its cool climate and natural beauty.

my morning friend

It's as usual we meet each other everyday, But it's not just a casual
meeting. We find in each other a new one-and everything is renewed
with a different light!

clouds playing with leaves

ignoring a barrier

another way to the same destination

With reference to the last image.

Anandalok

Inside Anandalok, Madhyamgram, Kolkata, India

reaching out to the sun

Golden bougainvillea

The photograph is taken by my daughter.

It never preaches but sings

When I write it sings behind me. Or it may be said that the wind comes
to play it for my hearing. It helps me in my writing.

The photo is taken from within the room.

The inner lotus

Deep, very deep within one's heart (centre of gravity of your
existence) -it is there-one's soul. It's one's true individuality. But
even one in a million is not aware of its existence. This is the inner
divinity. It's not mind-and can not be known by mind-however great and
brilliant is that mind.
It can not be reached through religious process.
That which thinks not by the mind, that by which the mind is thought,
know That to be the Brahman and not this which men follow after here.

portrait of my alien mind

Unknown and alien. So when I was tagged by one of my friends asking me
to write something about me -I was in trouble. I have nothing to tell
about myself as I have always felt myself an alien.
Just stopping by like a migrating bird I can not have anything that
is worth telling. I am sorry for not keeping the request of my friend.

Indian Needle Bush

soaring pine trees

green assurance

a promise that has been kept