Sunday, November 11, 2007

NEGOTIATIONS...

There are sometimes I feel this world is made up of grabbing grasping people who simply don’t see the fact that no matter how much they collect materialistic things, their real wealth is a lot different than what they are left with at the end of the day of life. In the past two years I have seen so much of deceit, treachery and dishonesty…that I begin to wonder at the values of life. Mine haven’t wavered a mite centimeter from what they were …in fact they have strengthened a lot more because of what I see anti what I stand for. I always used to marvel how people stand up in times of adversity…always marveled how people had the strength to love and do what is right even when at the brink of death. Seen through personal experience how my uncle had the gumption to give up what was his wealth…his family…tied up all the knots …settled financial issues …and said goodbye as cheerfully as he could to his loved ones. He died of lung cancer. Ironically he was a non smoker.

What is this strength, the sheer power to alter and define our lives? Always been questioning the source and despite all science and despite all explanations I still reach one conclusion-MY GOD. The supreme power the one who is in us and we are in him. One in the other till nothing more is indecipherable.


It’s so easy to forsake him and so difficult to keep in touch. Is it? I think not. The moment we have problems in life most of us run to him for help. And the moment good times return we waltz off like its no ones business. Getting back to what I was talking about. I find people such ostriches nowadays. They feel that they have become professional in manipulations and using others for ulterior ends that they are totally oblivious to the fact that no one can be made a fool of unless they choose to allow the other to do so. Isn’t that such a sad thing. I choose to let someone use me because I don’t want to oppose that person because I love that person, I care for that person. It’s sad to se someone negotiating with you negotiating for material things you would have gladly given without the scheming and negotiation. Someone said it right …love is a negotiation…life is a negotiation…Im beginning to see the veracity of that statement.

Not a very happy state of affair and typically something I abhor. To me love is journey’s ending. What I see around me is something inexplicable and cryptic…and not very well explained by me …seems to me that the human values we are born with and which our parents very lovingly nurture in our families is being gradually eroded by the nastiness of the world around us……..but the truth is that nastiness isn’t in the world around us…its inside us… and it is for us to discard to crude and ugly and nurture the goodness which also lies within us……..

I remember someone told me long ago…we are all shades of gray, some more gray and some less…but can’t we strive for white? Can’t we be simply ourselves and hope that it shall be reciprocated in honesty? Can’t we be free of malice, negotiations and treachery…of using and being used…?

Thursday, November 8, 2007

TREES

Trees have always fascinated me.........they can look ghoulish or embrace in .....they can touch the skies.........and appear like lofty guards.......who wouldnt deign to look at us lesser mortals........or they could give us shade, food and peace.......i just love it when the wind blows through them.......rustling and making that swishing noise like that or silk rubing over tafetta as a lady walks by.......love their colours..........

but i love them the most here because black and white and sepia captures the character of the subject.............it is the character here that enthralls me and captivates me....












ich liebe Sie mit einer Liebe einer Lebenszeit
eine Liebe ohne Nachfragen,
shapeless und geistig
schnell als der Wind
mild wie die Note eines Mutter
ich liebe Sie mit dem Herzen, Körper und Seele
eine Liebe, die nie stirbt
eine Anwesenheit, die Sie ewig fühlen
eine Liebe, die Sie für immer crave.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

BENEVOLENT LOVE

Love isn’t just a feeling
It’s a melody of notes strung together in harmony
A piece of eternity carved into a beautiful form
An amalgamation of colours one running into the other
Fine threads of silk woven into warmth and sunshine
Moonbeams capering over dappled waters
Wetness creeping out of the corner of an eyelid
It’s the smile of the lover,
That has the power to light up your day

It’s the singing of birds in spring
The smell of freshly baked bread
The rustling of fallen leaves in the autumn
The twinkle of baubles atop a Christmas tree
The crackling fire on a cold winter eve
The colour red in all its splendour
The bare branches of a tree standing silent on a winter morn
Waiting for spring to come and caress it, cradle it, decorate it,
In bridal whites and peaches, tiny green leaves
Buttercups peeping out of the snow
Edelweiss braving the barren cruel terrain of the mountains
Tender like the kiss of dew on virgin grass
Untouched, untrammeled.

It’s the wrinkles on a woman’s face
Each one bearing testimony to years
Of patience and the feeling of being loved
Even today her skin blossoming into a rosy blush
Like the ruff on a peach still untouched
With the promise of fulfillment
Wanting to be picked devoured and enjoyed.
Love is everlasting, young and above all, kind…