In Blake’s World ~~

I want to write today ~ but not my academic paper that needs to be written but about horses, sheep and hills ~ they call those mountains here. I share my solace with these animals here in Blacksburg.

I just heard a ding from pomodoro timer but I am ignoring it. I have no reason specific for that but I am just loving how I am listening to music and arranging the pictures of these horses. I never get tired of these horses and I hope I will never do so.

Blake is the white horse in this picture and she is the horse with whom I am most connected to. For me she is Taleju Bhawani’s Bahan ~ straight from heaven. She is heavenly because she transcends the boundaries of material world and connects me with the Divine Devi ~ the Goddess. On Tuesday, I hugged her and cleaned her stall and she allowed me to do so. She didn’t complain, she just let me be and welcomed me in her stall. I secretly used to feed her carrots but I don’t do that anymore. I also fed her delicious grasses. She makes me forget the world and all the worries. I never had any such connections with any animals before I met Blake. I also share this passion with my other horse loving friend who has inspired me to take horse riding classes.

In Blake’s world, there are many of her horse friends, siblings, foals, and other pregnant mares. Horses have varied personalities. Some are so kind like Willie, Del Fino, Story, even Dragonfly. Some are a little angry, demanding, but inherently they are so lovely. The barn life is another fish bowl for me, and I am just an outsider but I am loving every moment that I can have in Blake’s horse.

Pictures: All pictures are taken by me and are under my copyright etc. Use of this picture without my permission isn’t allowed.

Wishes & Dreams

Some Deja Vu.

Some reflections.

Some dreams lost.

Some dreams gained.

Some wishes fulfilled.

And.

Some that remain

~ Puerto Rico, 2019

Waiting for.

the night.

to fall.

and.

dreams to.

knock on.

Flying away with the dreams.

Some day.

I try to fly.

to catch some dreams.

to search here and there.

and.

continually fly.

West Lafayette, 01.02.2020

One Summer Day in Life of Queen Anne Lace

Queen Anne Lace swaying in the cool summer breeze~ Lafayette, IN 

 

Like Queen Anne Lace looks at the cloud~ Lafayette, IN

 

Who’s tallest? ~ Lafayette, IN

Ode to Gulmohar / Flamboyan Trees

Like these leaves

You

Make me fall in love

Over

&

Over again

Bayamon, Puerto Rico

And, my cheeks

blossom

like these orange leaves

when I heard you

calling my name

Bayamon, Puerto Rico

 

I fall

Like these leaves

Over and Over Again

Everywhere

Note: All pictures were taken by me in wonderful summer in Puerto Rico. 

It has been long!

Calm~~Can we be anxiety free ever? Maybe not! 

December Delight

Some Clicks – December is Delightful Sometimes

Lovely Purple Flower – Purple Reminds me of Sakambari

A Rose is a Rose is a Rose is a Rose
Reminds me of the story – “A Rose for Emily”

Love is so so so very precious. It gives you warmth, strength and power to smile in any hardship.

Autumn – I can’t wait

One of my loveliest seasons – Autum – This season brings me out to enjoy the colors of nature around – it makes me fall into love time and again with flowers, artistic nature providing me aesthetic pleasure – the bliss 🙂

How my rosy cheeks over your touch resembles this Peach Blossom — 🙂

 

How you stand distinct among thousand souls ?

Shiny November Sometimes

Sometimes there is no rain in November– No matter how desperate I am for the rain ~ I control myself. But suddenly the shiny flowers over my terrace lightened me up, brought a smile in my face and pushed my desperation at the end. Here are some clicks …

I shine bright with the sunlight

 

Soothes my eyes..

Whats amazing for me is how these bee suck the nectar from the flowers to produce honey? Are we humans doing the same thing? Why aren’t we able to produce honey? Why we fail most of the times in life? Are we not much hardworking like these bees?

You leave me like you never suck the nectar out of me

 

My generosity has its own limits –yet again I feel helpless at times..

 

Cloudy Clouds

Feels like it is yesterday, when Ama taught to look at the clouds and imagine shapes, ice cream, Sunkeshari rani, the beast, cat, dog, cycle, pretty frock… All those imaginations! How lovely were those childhood moments? Bliss!

And during the night.. Ama said look up to the sky and see how the stars are glowing ..they are Saptarishis , one is dhurba tara..

Small tiny eyes that stared at the sky, clouds, rainbow has grown big ! Now, imagination are replaced by dreams. Now, these eyes dream.

Watching clouds is my favorite hobby ~ inherent — or hereditary 🙂

 

“The virgin cloud/ Young and Vibrant / Till it gets impregnated / With heavy aqua
Happy it seems/ But with thunder /Abortion Happens / -Rain falls”

 

The Evening Cloud is like a bride ~~

 

 

As the day grows, I bright up like a bride – let me look at the mirror and shine – I have to move towards the night to meet my groom in the next sky . ( Pic by Om at Bhakatapur )

 

A new category in coffee house … Viewfinder 🙂