When ONE spoke thru lens...

The celestial Salsa..an ode to our love

Oh my darling...
though we have a physical limitation
and our thoughts are fragmented at times
though we are bridled with worldly fractures
and sometimes it seems impossible...

when you hold my hand in crowd
and talk to me without words
when you dedicate songs
and get up nights to feed our baby
when you remember my little moods
when you love me so soul-ly
the white love with its blue-cool envelopes our entity

i feel as if i am holding your hand for so many lifetimes..
i feel like our essence does a celestial salsa in the eternity
we float on the cloud
with the rythm of wind
catching the stars
and talking to the moon...

oh ..darling...

so definitionless...
so boundarylesss...
so full of soul...
so un-said
so felt....

this ever ending celestial salsa..
to be continued ...
in all the lifetimes to come...
till we become

one...

Oh My Darling...Thanks for giving birth to us!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LIFE.......

the Jonathan Livingston Seagull in me .....FLYING HIGH IN THE SKY..IN SEARCH OF NOTHINGNESS..

at this point in time ..with no job in hand ( i have really worked hard for past seven years..but recession got better of me :))....and lot of question marks for future...the journey is becoming turbulent and shaky.... will my plane dive without a trace...or i will pass ....who am i? i found a hint of answer..here..

"Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and dishonor.

But Jonathan Livingston Seagull (me), unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve - slowing, slowing, and stalling once more - was no ordinary bird.......

For most gulls it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL LOVED TO FLY."

will i stop the love for flight and revert to eating .. financial crisis is a big deal... time will tell..

meanwhile, here is what i have done - broken my rules and used my husband's money to learn aerobics and  guitar, have been into sketiching again ... and oil paints have been resumed ...

the search continues...thanks for being my friend in this journey...

Thanks Darling....A note to my Soul mate...

you loved me in a very human manner
and yet, your love was deeper than others

you knew my pain
you shared my joy
you took my responsibility when i was no value add
you were still attracted to me when i lost my shape
you convinced me when i doubted
you became my father when i did not earn
my brother when i needed your shoulders
my friend when you knew without talking

when i lost my job
you gifted me sketch books
when i lost my confidence
you showed the pride in your eyes...
when i lost myself in bitter fights

you called me back ..

did i ever tell you ...
how much you meant to me...

how much you mean to me ...

you loved me very humanly..
and yet you loved me so much more than others..

thank you...

Can we meet please?

what is the shape of honesty?
is it brutal like stone?
or soft like cloud?
is it delicate like porcelian?
or transparent like crystal?
does it have a shape or form?

where does it reside?

in the innocent smile of a child?
or in the eyes of the soul?

can we touch it?
can we feel it?
can we meet it?
can we look into its eyes?
can we invite it to our house?
can we extend friendship to it?
can we have lunch together?
can we share the silence?

which form does it come in?

in the form of GOD in our mind?
in the form of life in our breath?
in the form of silence in our soul?
in the form of grit in our passion?

where can i touch it?
where can i feel it?

How can i invite it to dinner tonight?

Multiple Personalities

First,
there was ONE

then we broke it into..

i am good - you are bad
i am right - you are wrong
i am white - you are black
i am rich - you are poor
i am educated - you are illiterate
i know - you Do Not
i have passed - you have failed
i exist - you Do Not

to begin with
there was only ONE

then...
we broke it down