Miss Butterfly

Very, very beautiful and lively in May,
She appeared dressed in yellow one day.

Her dress was coloured like a turmeric flesh,

With white splashes shaped as a mulberry fresh.

She halts and flows, and she sits and sighs,

Here and there, but never away from my eyes.

At all the places she sat, there flourished a flower,

Roamed free in my garden to spread a divine power.

Full of life, she appeared very gay,

One look at her and forget what to say.

Wondered in two minds, if I can go closer,

Or like a figment spirit, shall I just pursue her.

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tell me, tell me

Blue Rock Pigeons

Tell me, What's in your heart?
Tell me, Why were we apart?

Tell me, What yet haven't you told?
Tell me, Why you not met me before?

Tell me the time, Tell me the date.
If you can tell me, Very well tell my fate.

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The unfortunate silence of the lambs

Unhappy. Disappointed. I have been hit by the unfortunate silence of the lambs.

This post has perhaps little to do with the Oscar winning 'The Silence of the Lambs' starring Jodie Foster. It is about a personal incident demonstrating the silence of the lambs.

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Pavagadh - Revisiting history

On the hills of Panchmahals district of Gujarat, among the several shakti-peeth (seats to worship shakti) is the one - Pavagadh. Nestled among the serene, warm and green hills, Pavagadh is a destination for both religious and nature enthusiasts.

Thousands of people visit Pavagadh on full-moon days

An exciting family trip to Pavagadh on a full-moon day was crowded, noisy and adventurous. During the month of Chaitra (the first month of Hindi calendar), not all private vehicles are permitted to ride-up the hills. One can take the public transport buses from the foot of the hills until the top. Thereafter, one can take rope-way coaches to reach close to the hill-shrine. Walking some hundred yards further would take the visitor to the stairs of the temple. A hundred more stairs and the Mother Goddess appears.

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She forgets, she is a mother...

It was just another train journey. The movement of train, the noises of people, the typical ambiance and the familiar crowd - none of them were strange to me. However, I wished that the train moved faster, the people were easy with their gossips, the environment smelled better and the available space could accommodate all passengers comfortably...

Dear Parents, please never leave us alone

I noticed the people, old and young, seated around me. Some young girls giggling, some old men thinking and some mid-aged disagreeing with each other. Some were cautious of their luggage, others were glossed on their mobile screens, and yet others were able to strike a conversation, perhaps to kill time. Here, I remember an aphorism: "Do not waste time, you do not even know how much you have".

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Time-bound: in Ahmadabad

Ahmadabad is the largest city of a western province Gujarat in India. It should not be an exaggeration if I say that Diwali is the most important festival in this part on the world. The business community celebrates a week long (or even longer!) holiday post Diwali. That means, most shops don’t open for a week or so. The streets look deserted even during the day. And that also means that if someone like me who is new to the city is going there post Diwali, it is a challenge to locate someone to ask directions! My time-bound visit to the city last weekend left me with two memorable experiences that exposed hidden traits of humanity to me.

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