INDEX

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 Quest of a lifetime

As the night falls
In the lap of myriad stars
As the crickets think they own the world
I think of you, me
The street urchins
The sea urchins
The orangutans
And the stinky bugs
The jasmines and poison ivies

I think of the wonders
In the life of ours
In the life of brines shrimps
About our sojourns in this world
Where did we come and
Where will we go?
And what are we doing here any way?

You know what.
It is scary to think about it
Instead of placing blames
Collecting fames
Enjoying hearsays
Eating and doing things
To be lost
In the vortex of life.

Still, I think every time
I look at the stars
Feel the breeze
Whispering me softly
Touching me like my long lost lover
That is it!
The answer after all.
((*.*))
December 14, 2003