Rocks behind blooms

Rocks behind blooms

Veiled behind a sheath of blooms
that rush past the speed of wheels,
revealing the pride of two ancient rocks
that stand tall, though beaten and tired.
The only comrade they have is each other
seen all these decades together;
keeping still, calm through the storms
fighting the winds of change,
striving to preserve their being.
Smooth edges- eroded and weary
time is, but a measure of nothing,
like day and night are just rituals,
rotations in the ever-lasting existence.

Threatened

Threatened

The Taj Mahal, one of the seven wonders of the world is constantly threatened by a number of unhealthy practices taking place around it. One of these include pollution (from vehicles & nearby industries), that react with the tomb’s marble, turning its shade to yellow. Other threats are poaching, neglection of rules, and ignorance in taking care of this world heritage site. Though the authorities have taken several steps to guard the monuments beauty, a hole in the system every now and then poses threat to this miraculous creation.

Govardhan puja offerings

Govardhan puja offerings

Govardhan puja is celebrated on the next day of diwali and is a prominent hindu festival of north India. Here in the picture, a child stares at the camera as adults are occupied in the prayer processions. Several food items are offered to lord Govardhan, an incarnation of lord Krishna (in the centre, made of cow dung- ‘govar’, which is considered ‘pure’ in India). The Govardhan hill is located in Mathura, India and has a great mythological significance.

WE THE PEOPLE, ARE WE FREE?

WE THE PEOPLE, ARE WE FREE?

Tilak said, “Freedom is my birth right.”
Having spent years in reflection,
I still can’t understand what freedom truely means.
They say, its absolute-
one is either free, or is not;
then what are we?

Our nation broke the chains of slavery
66 years ago;
and yet its citizens,
we the people, are bleeding-
as we lift the heavier chains
that enslaves us since birth.

The ignorant lives that are still living
in the protective shells of dreams-
the ones to whom reality
is a distant nightmare,
and illusion fills
their creative self-made world,
seem to be the only ones that are free.

In the realm of truth,
we are striving hard
to be rid of the ghosts
that possessed the past,
hovers over the present,
and haunts the future.

Though we struggle day by day
to satiate our hungry hearts,
the ray of hope which fills the present
is what our eyes constantly see,
not the dimmed glow of the past,
or the fuzzy future lights.

We stay strong, cause that is who we are-
Indians, who always smile
and rely on our faith to show us the way;
we never stop trying,
we keep fighting our own shadows;
we know one day we’ll conquer all.


(Due credits to my loving friend Aishwarya Sharma for taking the pictures in the gallery titled ’10′ and ’12′.)

THE MIGHTY TAJ

THE MIGHTY TAJ

The rear view of the Taj Mahal, as seen from Mehtaab Bagh, Agra. These three structure standing side by side gives a gigantic eye catching view- one which cannot be avoided from the camera at any time of the day.

IN HER SHELL

IN HER SHELL

Cradled in love, treated with care,
so as not to hurt the delicate thread;
even air needs permission to enter her realm.
Sheltered, protected-
only to be set free one day
to face the cruel world all by herself.

THAT FAMILIAR FACE, THAT CHEERFUL SMILE

THAT FAMILIAR FACE, THAT CHEERFUL SMILE

Day after day, she wakes up to my face,
yet every time she smiles at me
like it was the first time-
or the last.
That sigh of relief she secretly gives
whenever I return back safe,
as if the world was a battlefield,
or me, a forgetful migrant.
That look of love, that peaceful smile,
that overflowing mercy, flooding her face-
brimming from her very core-
filling the world, and still not having any end..

THE SYMBOL OF PRAYER

THE SYMBOL OF PRAYER

India, being a land of faith and a hub of religious activities, witness several festivals throughout the year, all drawing significance from the country’s rich mythology. Diwali, being one such festival, is a celebration when people light up diyas and candles on a no moon night, commemorating the victory of light over darkness- optimism, and hope, over despair and anguish. The picture above depicts an illumined temple on diwali night.