“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.” ― The Cat in the Hat
I close my window and the rain goes dead,
I raise the curtain and it’s back again.
Drops are on the blurry windowpane,
and on the green bed of spring
where a yellow dot is blooming blatantly.
I close my window and the rain goes dead. Continue reading “Rain in March”
I’m waiting for a rainy weekend. Not completely rainy. Showery. Drizzly. Cloudy. Grey days. As per the weather forecast. Continue reading “A Peek Outside”
Sometimes the sunset sky
matched the changing colors in your eyes,
when you were sad and running away from the world,
you rained tears; and the humble trees became my silent umbrella.
Continue reading “The Sunset Sky”
I never noticed leaves changing color in September in my neighborhood. September is sunny, and warm mostly. Last week when the temperature dropped, the maple tree in the backyard turned red. But that was not the first hint of blush I saw this month.
Today is officially the first day of the autumn, my favorite season.
There’s something nostalgic and noteworthy about autumn, that’s why I closely monitor the transformation of nature through my lens. It’s that season, ″that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” Continue reading “At First Blush”
On one of those hot days during Labor day weekend, I was on road. The plan was to escape to a colder place. There was a little art shop showing off this sign from far. Of course I had to take a break and sprint to the shop to explore more. I love random signs. I love them more when they appear without any notice and stir my realizations. Continue reading “A sign by the road”
In this story
Flowers are summer
Birds are words
And the sun is my pen.
Continue reading “Summer”
Still. So still.
As if the moment
got a backache
after a long run
and decided to
sit with you. Continue reading “Silent bay”
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
It’s May. Right now California is a warm belle, wearing flower crowns, hosting art and music festivals, and showing off magnolias, poppies and apple blossoms. Continue reading “Searching Spring in Raindrops”
The road to destination is not always a perfect one. We get lost, we turn back, we pick up the wrong map. But the journey is enchanting. Sometimes I want to stop and say, I may not be on the right track, but what a ride! Sometimes that’s what this journey looks like.
Continue reading “5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 5”
The Croods is one of my most favorite films, it is set in the prehistoric era where a man’s position is threatened by the invention of fire. I have noted down several thought-provoking lines from the movie, especially the father-daughter interactions between the protagonist Eep the cave girl and her father Grug, about change, worries, and fear of change. Continue reading “5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 4”