Butterflies

Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

The Motion of Living

The alarm bell rang
Before the sun had a chance to wake up
I was up and running
By the time sun was up
My day has begun
With so much to do
Like  thousands on their way to work

The day was exhausting
So much to do
So much to take care of
And plan and present
By the time I am done
Back to the crowded high way
Coming home
To eat quickly
Watch TV and fall asleep.

Weekends
Fix the car or home
Go for garage sale
Or watch TV for long time

The days swept into years
The years to decades
And I retire
With nothing else to present to myself
But what I did from 7 to 6

When is the time to sit down and think?

((*.*))

Babru
May 2008