delight of being unknown like grass

There is always a burden of being known and seen by others. Why? It's
because none knows you. You are not good nor you are bad. You are
neither this nor that. You are only YOU.
And it is only belonging to this unreflected self -you can discover
the joy of existence.
Nobody knows the purpose of your existence-except you.

Mallika

"...Curse, bless, me now with yours fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night....."

Dylan Thomas

Song to Myself

"A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
........
..I guessed it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and
remark, and say Whose?
.................
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
.........
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to
arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appeared.
............
....."
Walt Whitman

pouring light on mind

melting...

standing ovation

If you ever visit Sitarampur Railway Station-you'll find them standing
on your way. While going past they will touch you with their gentle
and fragrant air.
Accept it as my welcome message.

the green is satisfied