INDEX

A Flock of Individuals

A Moment in Time

Analysis of Reality

Bare Expression

Behind Every Face

Being Thirteen

Blossom where planted

Buds of an Inflorescence

Can you imagine one without the other?

Chatter Box

Circles of Fire

Complexity within Elegance

Desert Flower

Early Morning Tidbits

Eat and be Merry

Echelon

Everything in Life is a Metaphor

Fall in Love

Fire

Frolics of our Hearts

From sunrise to sunset

Fusion and Confusion

Halloween Evening

Hide and Seek

In Search of Divinity

In Search of Ourselves

In Search of my Presence

Intention and extension

Invocation of Zeus

Is any thing wrong with that?

It is a small world after all

I try to make sense out of it

I wonder what we are

Life after Death

Living in Heaven

Looking for the Past

Manasir Manosarobar

Man with a Bottle

Me and my World

Micro-mini-megamorphosis

Million Avataras

Moments are for ever

Mothers of the World

Multidimensional Living

My Loving Distraction

My Place in the Universe

Mystical Mesmerizing Music

Ode to my Buds

Our World

Painful Pleasure

 

 

Ode to my Buds

“Life is what happens
When we are doing other things.”

Before I woke up,
I was in high school
Playing soccer in rain
And walking on hot tar without shoes.

After I woke up from my slumber
I found me in my sixties
My friends have retired
Their kids are married
And have kids
And I am waiting
For the passage to the other world

In the mean time
I saw the life reveal itself
In form of my kids
From birth to the adulthood
The pictures don’t lie
And make me realize
Their avatars
One stage driving to the next
In a continuous motion.

When I see the old pictures
With amazement
I relive
The first cries
The first steps
The first words
The first assignments in school
Wishing and wishing
If I could
To see them again in those avatars
And hold them as tiny babies

Of course
That will never happen
The void that was filled with joy
Grows bigger and bigger
To force me to accept
The fact that
Every day
Every motion and emotion
Are the scripts
That write the book of my life
If any day is not savored
It is a blank page for ever.
((*.*))
Babru
February 20, 2009