Bounty

Women of the mountains~  a few clicks from Alchi village and Khalsi Tehsil in Leh district, Ladakh. It was harvest season and a time I did revisit some of my favourite poets. Ladakhi women wear a flowing robe called sulma usually paired with a loose blouse called tilin,  a bright coloured sash or skeyrak is

Ring out the old…

  “Ring out the old, ring in the new, …. The  year is going, let him go” [In Memoriam] Here’s the last sunset of the year 2021. Clicked from the bridge over Saigon River. Hoping that the new year will bring joy, peace, health and prosperity to all. Wishing everyone a happy new year!

Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

Why make so much fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)- Though some savants make earth  include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high,

The Melancholy Jaques of Hundred Acre Wood

The word Melancholy is derived from the Greek melaina chole or the black bile, one of the four elemental bodily humours. The concept of humourism or humours regulating human behaviour was adopted by the ancient Greek and Roman physicians. Hippocrates is believed to be the one who applied this idea to medicine. Human beings are

“Boys and girls come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day…”

“Boys and girls come out to play The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street” Come with a whoop, come with a call,Come with a good will or not at all.Up the ladder and down the wall,A halfpenny roll will

The Cup That Cheers!

‘The cups that cheer but not inebriate’ would be one of the best lines extolling the virtues of TEA. During my college days I was never a great fan of William Cowper, even though later in life I have often borrowed his phrase many a time to caption my photos of steaming cups of tea.

“His bill an auger is…”

” His Bill an auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal ” ~Emily Dickinson You name a bird, Emily would have sung about it! Emily’s magic brings the woodpecker and places the bird right before your eyes! The black rumped flameback woodpecker is the

Morning…

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive: to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love”~ Marcus Aurelius

Happy Birtday Emily Dickinson!

    The Poets light but Lamps – Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns — Each age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —                                          

Coromandel Fishers

Sarojini Naidu’s poetry has a magical and musical charm that kindles your imagination and satiates your sense of beauty and joy. Her poetry, enhanced by mellifluous rhythm and captivating imagery appeals to our senses. Bangle sellers, street vendors, palanquin bearers, weavers, royalty and mythological characters are all painted in vibrant strokes in her poems. Sarojini