Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
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.
Keeping a secret
'Please don't tell this to anybody else' - it's frequent request to keep a secret. Usually, it is discovered that the secret is out! Now, you know what I am talking about. Why is it hard to keep a secret? Are secrets worth keeping? How and why?
Studies show that secrets are spilled out usually within an hour. It is said that women find it harder to resist spilling a secret than men. However, studies have also found men of this millennium to be competing with women on this issue.
Studies show that secrets are spilled out usually within an hour. It is said that women find it harder to resist spilling a secret than men. However, studies have also found men of this millennium to be competing with women on this issue.
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.
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.
Don't leave me once you love
| In the rains, on my palm |
Please do not leave me if I loose a dime.
Please do not leave me if I change with time.
Please do not leave me if troubles reach horizon.
Please do not leave me if trust touches poison.
Please do not leave me if something you hear.
Please do not leave me if something you fear.
Nirvana Love

"It is better to burn out than fade away"
Dedicated to Kurt Cobain and his lovers across the world.
I have posted here just over a hundred pictures of Kurt and Nirvana which I downloaded from multiple sources. Please note in this collection no rights are owned by kunjmann.
The legend of grunge is alive, somewhere.
Ancient Wisdom: Thirukural
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.
O man, Wake yourself up
Suddenly I heard my hearts scream...
''O man,
Wake yourself up
What you see in winds blow?
In autumn trees, in water's flow??
What you find in morning dew?
In the burning Sun, in cool Moon glow''
Are all the mothers same?
It has been quite some time that I left my home for studies and work and so did many of my friends. In many of the conversations with friends I realized that I'm not alone who is nostalgic (admitting hereby). We persistently used to miss the home cooked food and everything else. One of the strategies which I followed while in college was to befriend girls who were living with their families and then become a parasite to their lunch boxes! It worked most of the times and I was happy.
Gradually, I started to map the perceptions of the people about families, parents and especially mothers. I was able to identify a pattern, however, not very consistent. It seemed to me that those who have been away from their families and parents for some time after their adolescence have more fonder memories, respect and worries for them. In general, such people miss their home more often and with grace. They are the people who are more attached to their families, in other words (exceptions not denied). On the other hand, those who have never been away from home do not value the family values and a small thing like home cooked food, as much as their "migrated" counterparts. In a family, for the needs of the children, the most important role is played by a mother. I never doubted that mothers anywhere in the world can have differential feelings for their children. In fact, I strongly believe (personal bias not ruled out) that mothers all over the world have more or less the same feelings and concerns for their children - irrespective of social status and other criteria of divisions.
Gradually, I started to map the perceptions of the people about families, parents and especially mothers. I was able to identify a pattern, however, not very consistent. It seemed to me that those who have been away from their families and parents for some time after their adolescence have more fonder memories, respect and worries for them. In general, such people miss their home more often and with grace. They are the people who are more attached to their families, in other words (exceptions not denied). On the other hand, those who have never been away from home do not value the family values and a small thing like home cooked food, as much as their "migrated" counterparts. In a family, for the needs of the children, the most important role is played by a mother. I never doubted that mothers anywhere in the world can have differential feelings for their children. In fact, I strongly believe (personal bias not ruled out) that mothers all over the world have more or less the same feelings and concerns for their children - irrespective of social status and other criteria of divisions.
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