Time: Mystical Thy Ways

The plaque on an Indian Railway Station (Ayodhya)  inscribed in 'Hindi' reads: "birth-death, happy-sad, loss-profit, meeting with love-separation; is a 'Dance Of Time', passing like night-day as by itself."(from the writings of 'Tulsidas', a 16th century Hindu poet-saint, reformer and philosopher renowned for his devotion for the god Rama.)

A Dance to the Music of Time - Nicolas Poussin - 1640 - The Wallace Collection
This 16th century French painter has to say the destiny of human lives in the classical style through almost bare bodies.

Funny Faces

Image: freshly cut stem of a mango tree transversely.
           # It seems a frog with a big soul patch

Train Through The Hill

©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur

©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur

©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur

©Anjani Kumar Tripathi/Indian Railways/Ambikapur

We who have looked each other in the eyes
This journey long, and trundled with the train,
Now to our separate purposes must rise,
Becoming decent strangers once again.
The little chamber we have made our home
In which we so conveniently abode,
The complicated journey we have come,
Must be an unremembered episode.
Our common purpose made us all like friends.
How suddenly it ends!
A nod, a murmur, or a little smile,
Or often nothing, and away we file.
I hate to leave you, comrades. I will stay
To watch you drift apart and pass away.
It seems impossible to go and meet
All those strange eyes of people in the street.
But, like some proud unconsious god, the train
Gathers us up and scatters us again.

A poem written by:
HAROLD MONRO

My Sun, My Hills

I'll tell you how the sun rose,-

A ribbon at a time.

The steeples swam in amethyst,

The news like squirrels ran.



The hills untied their bonnets,

The bobolinks begun.

Then I said softly to myself,

"That must have been the sun !"


# poem shared from Emily Dickinson

Dew Drops

A Dew sufficed itself
and satisfied a leaf,
And felt, "how vast a destiny !
How trivial is life !"


The sun went out to work,
The day went out to play,
But not again that dew was seen
By physiognomy.


Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally unknown.

(# poem shared from Emily Dickinson)

Woodland Friends: Flowers, Bees, Monkeys

The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
receive me cordially.


The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, they silver mists ?
Wherefore, O summer's day ?

(#poem shared from: Emily Dickinson)

Indian Celebrations: Republic Day 2012

Picture: Government High School Saraitikra, Ambikapur

Picture: Government High School Saraitikra, Ambikapur

Picture: Government High School Saraitikra, Ambikapur

Picture: Government High School Saraitikra, Ambikapur

* An anniversary day, of the 26th January 1950; when a free India adopted it's own constitution.

* This day the government machinery tries to put forth it's power & progress achieved so far....

* But the people at large show that bright sparkle in their eyes and electrifying move in their steps on this day....for an aspiration to move forward....to be the one to achieve the goals of a 'New World Order'....and be as 'One'....with 'The Oneness of Mankind'. 
# all the above four pictures are from the Republic Day celebrations at my school (Government High School Saraitikra, Ambikapur) as of today.