Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Flake's Take

A shining crystal of light and joy
Graceful in my fall from the sky
Mesmerizing to your eye
The original catcher in the rye

Oh dear, admire my beauty
Learn a lesson, while I do my duty
I am fragile yet stable
I am sublime yet able

I can touch your heart
You can touch my soul
But the moment you hold me
I will be no more

Your dream is like me
Your guiding light
The moment you force it
It will disappear into the night

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Why Europe was special?

  • Snowfall is serene. Not noisy like the rains, just beautiful!
  • People live differently. Work is work, fun is fun and work is fun too many a time.
  • Life is convenient - no pollution, reliable public transport, decent standards of living.
  • People show humility. You can tell you professor he is bum and he will try to explain why he is like that.
  • Knowledge is meant to be shared. No question is a stupid question. No answer is a privilege. No examination rigmarole.
  • You do not live to compete, there are bigger things in life.
  • Bureaucracy and politics exists, but still a certain minimum standard of ethics is maintained so that people's rights are not crushed in between clashing opinions.
  • Photography is a delight in the continent. There is something for everyone. The hues of the walls, shades of the sky, autumn colours, winter whites all just make capturing beautiful photographs easier.
  • All careers are equally respected. You are not looked down upon if you are a waiter or a house help, as long as you are earning your living rightfully.
  • You can do what you want to do. No one gives a damn. You do not have to live up to anyone.
  • No better place to celebrate Christmas than in Europe.
  • Each city has its own soul, its unique identity.

Thursday, December 16, 2010


A drop of sunshine,
A ray of rain;
Did you know her little heart
Has its own brain?

Covering the grey rainbow
Lie cotton clouds astray,
In shades of pink and violet
Her sorrow they keep at bay.

Birds are her friends,
Butterflies her family;
Humans she doesn't understand
Their ways are weird and funny.

She knows no silence
And words are a stranger,
When eyes do the talking
You need neither.

Call her eccentric,
She couldn't care less.
Because she is an aspiring dreamer;
In her world, a princess.

PS1: A boring train journey helped me cut short the count down!

PS2: This was my 150th post on the blog. It has come a long way. Yaay.

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Rebooting the Shadows...

20 days to go...

PS: Over the last two months, all my creativity has been spent on photography, loads of it thanks to the endless travel! I will post about stories from my favourite cities, soon. Meanwhile, I have to catch up with your lives through your blogs. Good to see you again!!