Smugly or precariously?

 

Wisdom perched precariously?

Or,

Wisdom sitting smugly?

Went harm's way

 

Harm beckoned me on her way,

Indeed,  I went harm's way,

Wittingly went heart's way,

Wittingly went love's way.

Who might dare to cross the sands

 

The lone tree

Pushes up through the sand,

Battered and bruised

After a sandstorm,

But still promises shade

To those who might dare

To cross the sands.

Ganga Aarti at Hrishikesh

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5IPjiyqGCc

Moon has some edges

 

The moon has some edges,

And the moonlight is

Foggy tonight,

The heart has some scratches,

And love is

Soggy tonight.

How to feel tall

 

I received this morning cheer:

I asked a monk how to feel tall.

He just smiled and bowed.

Now, there are monks and monks. Some are new, and some are old. This one must have been old. Only an Old Monk can induce such a spirit of humility.

If you know what I mean:

Commonplace in National Capital Region (NCR)

 

A friend sent me this beautiful picture yesterday. It was a photo of the mysterious mist engulfing them, as he and his batchmates from Medical College, made their way to Kodaikanal, a beautiful hill station in Tamilnadu, India. They were onwards to their Batch Reunion.

I reflected that save for the undulating terrain, this scene was commonplace in the National Capital Region (NCR) of India nowadays - both by day and by night.