In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

the day was just waiting to bid adieu

I love every day as it will never come back again in the same way. At
the time it will leave forever -it will carry with it all my emotions
and passions.
I feel for it as I have my life lived in its time!
It will leave in silence along with the sun after a few moments.

I will be still waiting -only to hear it singing my life in the tunes
of the chirping crickets when the stars will appear one after another.

Monday, February 9, 2009

full moon tonight

"tumi robe nirobe hridoye mamo
nibiro nibhrita purnima nishithini samo..."
- Rabindranath Tagore

You are there in my heart silent and alone
like the moon in full moon night...

Saturday, February 7, 2009

inner and outer

The outer is the shadow of the inner. That is just the opposite of our belief.
For the inner vastness- it's possible to see with awe at the vast
spread of a sea. The sky above achieves its space only for our
infinite consciousness.
When we smell the fragrance of a flower we smell our own yearning-our own self.
When we love someone -we touch our inner soul.

my unspoken words

My words, throughout my life never have carried the true expression of
my self. Whatever I uttered was far from what I liked to say and that
blurred expression hid me behind it.

So here are the true words-read it for my sake.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Cedars of Shimla

Deodar (Cedar)
"The Deodar wants to stay alone,
Searching always in the sky,
For the star that once shone!
Go away, please go away,
Leave me alone with my cones,
Let the bristles of my luck sting me,
Till there is power in my bones!"

Thursday, February 5, 2009

sunset from Kanya Kumari-South India

In Kanyakumari -the extreme southern point of India-three seas
meet-Bay of Bengal, Indian Ocean and Arab Sea. So it's a vast opening!
There is temple seen inside the sea. It is built on a rock. Swami
Vivekananda -an Indian Hindu monk (and a disciple of Sri Ramakrishna-a
great saint) meditated on this rock after swimming across the sea.
Later a temple was built there -called Vivekananda Rock Temple.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

River Yamuna-the tears of love!

I took this shot of the river Yamuna from the side of the Taj. It's a
remarkable river that has been the witness of human and divine love
through history and legend. The river contributed much to the ethos
of Indian people and their history.

Legend:
Whenever Srimati Radhika sees the rich blue hue of the Yamuna, She
immediately remembers Her beloved Syamasundara. The Yamuna River
eternally flows in the spiritual world serving Sri Krsna's blissful
pastimes.
When Krsna appears in Bhauma Vrindavana, He enacts many exciting
pastimes in the Yamuna including dancing on the hoods of the demon
Kaliya, splashing water on His cowherd boyfriends, and swimming and
boat riding with His beloved gopis. For thousands of years devotees of
Lord Krsna have bathed in the sacred waters of the Yamuna River while
remembering Radha-Krsna's eternal pastimes and praying for mercy. It
is a tradition amongst Krsna bhaktas to first take a Yamunä bath at
Visrama Ghat in Mathura before entering Sri Krsna's sacred land of
Vrindavana.


History
Tragically those monument surroundings ultimately became Sha Jahan's
prison. His son, Aurangzeb, seized the throne and imprisoned his
father for the last eight years of his life. Legend maintains that
Shah Jahan spent his final years locked in the Agra Fort, gazing from
the Jasmine Tower of his marble palace, down the Yamuna River to the
Taj Mahal, the tomb of his beloved wife. Tended by Jahanara, his
eldest daughter, Shah Jahan was confined to the fort for eight years.
According to legend, when Shah Jahan was on his deathbed, he kept his
eyes fixed on the Taj Mahal where his beloved lies. After his death,
Shah Jahan was buried there beside his dead queen, Mumtaz Mahal. Their
love never separated them in life, miseries and finally in death. Taj
Mahal synonymous with Mumtaz Mahal remains the eternal monument for
their everlasting love.