I am not the photographer….Ron is!

I am not the photographer….Ron is!

When I saw the invitation from Mari Sterling Wilbur (http://mariscamera.blogspot.com) asking for photographs to be sent to her so that they could be featured in her posts, I just took a cursory glance at all the talented people who accepted her invitation. I am not a photographer, alright I like taking pictures but more than that I love being photographed!! I couldn’t think of any pictures that were saved in my folders that could be sent, they were all of ME!! I am not a narcissist, so what if I pester my son all the time to take my pictures! My son, Ron is my designated photographer. My camera guy! Poor boy, he hates it because most of the times he can’t go click, click, click, with the camera photographing what he likes but gets blackmailed into taking mine. I know sometimes on purpose he takes such unattractive pictures of me so as to discourage me from asking him.

It then struck me to send some of his photos to Mari. The ones featured in her post were taken last year. We had gone to Shillong, a scenic hill station also the capital of Meghalaya (Land of clouds); it is a three hour drive from where we stay. The entire way is beautiful, like the name says you can almost touch the clouds as you climb up the hills. Just short of Shillong there is this place called Barapani (Big water). It is a huge lake and it is breathtaking. We stopped by and explored. Ron was thrilled to take off taking shots but not before he took a few mine. The caterpillars in the pictures are huge and they camouflage with the bark of pine trees that are everywhere. For more do visit Mari’s blog, she is a gifted photographer who shares tips on photography and we all come back from after reading her posts educated. Thank you once again Mari for featuring Ron.

http://mariscamera.blogspot.com/2011/07/composition-summarized.html

 

Questions???

Questions???

Have you ever wondered why sometimes people ask you a question that is most irrelevant? I’m not talking of a rhetoric one here, I’m being polite and not saying they are the most stupid and dumb questions but in all honesty they are stupid with a capital “S”. A few days back a friend sent me some real classic dumb questions. Here are a few examples:

Ø  When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call...
Stupid Question:-
Sorry. Were you sleeping? 
Answer:-
No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping.... you dumb witted moron. 

Ø  When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair...
Stupid Question:-
Hey have you had a haircut? 
Answer:-
No, it’s autumn and I'm shedding

Ø  You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks...
Stupid Question:-
Oh, so you smoke. 
Answer: - 
Gosh, it's a miracle .......it was a piece of chalk and now it's in flames!!! 

Ø  At the movies: When you meet acquaintances/ friends…
Stupid Question:-
Hey, what are you doing here? 
Answer:-
Don’t you know, I sell tickets in black over here?

Ø  In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet...
Stupid Question:- 
Sorry, did that hurt?
Answer:-
No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia.....why don't you try again?

I think most times people ask you a question just for the heck of it! Maybe to keep a conversation going, or at times a question is asked just out of sheer habit. You may be down in the dumps and someone asks you “How are you?”….”Hello! Are you a moron? Can’t you see I’m dying here?”

However, in a lover’s world everything is permissible. “Do you miss me?”, “Do you love me?”, “How much do you love me?” and you are sure to get an answer back from the heart! “I love you baby”, “I miss you all the time”, “You have no idea how much I love you”. A conversation like this can be repeated at least three times in a span of a day and it is considered normal and not dumb! Every time you hear your lover reaffirming how much he or she loves you and misses you, you are literally swooning. But for a bystander it can be pretty exasperating…”What’s wrong with these people? Didn’t she just hear him say “I love you” so why the hell is she asking the same question? And why on earth is he answering her again? They love each other, so they are together! They miss one another, so they spend as much time together! So what’s their problem?” …..”Excuse me! You haven’t yet fallen in love! Just you wait and watch when love tiptoes into your heart!”

Then you have the after breakup questions. He calls you and asks you “How have you been?” and you answer in your sweetest confident voice “I am doing good”. Pride, hurt and pain hold you back. You are not about to open up your heart to him. You had done that, laid bare your soul and look where it got you? So you pretend everything is picture perfect. You are having a ball! So what if he is not in your life? You are not about to tell him that even counting sheep at night can’t get you to sleep, that you sob every night, missing him and wanting him back. As for him, does he ask you because he needs to ask or is he genuinely concerned about you? I wonder…In all probability he holds on to his breath when he asks you how you have been and lets out a sigh of relief when you say you are ok. He doesn’t want to go in there so he moves onto more polite questions and she lets him. It is only after he hangs up you think of the choicest of retorts but it is too late.

Questions! They can really put you into a dilemma at times. You are at a loss for answers so you are polite and give the person exactly what he or she wants to hear or at times you are plain rude and shut the person up. We are all questioning and seeking answers about our life and the universe but that is for another day to contemplate about. Today it is all about questions that make you wonder….

Poe-A-Tree Hop...LOST

Hey another Poe-A-Tree Hop!

Well here we are going again, just hopping all over the world.  As you may know the last hop we were looking at the rainbows. Saw some mighty pretty ones two.  But to have a rainbow you need a little rain. So this time, get you a box of Kleenex or a supply of crying towels cause were going to have a down pour of tears causing poem and tear jerking story for you to read. As you dry your eyes please leave a sympathy note in the comments. There a list of blogs that is participating in this hop below the poem and or story.  Have fun and cry your eyes out you will feel better. It’s good for you, Mikey like it.  

LOST

A lone tear trailed,

His sad eyes

Cried silently...

A long journey

A lonely path

Of love falling apart

As it made its way

Down his tormented face…

I stood watching

Blinded by my own

My heart heaving

As cascades of

Pearly, weeping tears

Stung my face

He was a man…

Giving into crying

Something alien

But that grey day

His cracked heart

Triumphed…

A sparkling gem

Precious and invaluable

Escaped its prison

And trickled down

Containing in its

Crystal bubble

Volumes of pain,

Sadness and loss.

I look back now

And wish I had

Saved that gem

Stopped its course

Midway…

Captured it in a bottle

A priceless pearl…

Crystallized in time forever

But I floundered

In my grief,

As the tiny drop

Splashed on his

Heavy chest

Lost forever…

One last look

At his otherwise

Stoic face

Now rife with

Unspoken emotions,

I walked away

Sacrificing love

At the altar of tears.

POETRY TEAR HOP

Participating blogs: click on one and make the hop to another puddle of tears.
In no particle order:

Roy Durham http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
Rimly Bezbaruah http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/
Alpana Jaiswal http://motifsonthewall.blogspot.com/
Bonnie Parker Gayadeen http://bongoisme.blogspot.com/

 sulekha rawat  http://www.://sulekkha.blogspot.com/

Sancheeta Biswas http://www.anshsaransh.blogspot.com/ 

Anna Sides  http://othersideofanna5.blogspot.com/ 

‎ Melissa Tandoc  http://www.grazieadio.blogspot.co​m
Jessica Mokrzycki http://ascendingthehills.blogspot.com/
sarah-jane klemis     http://almostthere.biz/

  

Hope and Wait...

Hope and Wait…

“Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords”

                                                                                                                                                                      Samuel Johnson

I think of hope and I think of waiting…we hope and we wait for it to become a reality. We desire therefore we hope. Sometimes they are fulfilled; sometimes a lifetime is over without realizing them. Our only possession in this world is hope, without it, the brightness of our life is gone. And we wait…sometimes lifetimes. But is that all needed for our desires to be realized? Just hope and wish? And yet it is also said that if you desire something intensely the whole universe conspires to give it to you. So am I underestimating the power of hope, desire and the mind? Or do we strive towards that desire by working at it in the hope they will be ours….whatever we long for? Or do we just sit and wait and hope? What happens when the person you love and desire to spend your life with shuts the door? All he does is sit behind that closed door and hopes, afraid to step out and meet his love halfway? While his lover sits on the other side of the closed door and waits, stoking the flames of hope, knowing nothing can happen unless that door is opened by him.

My hungry eyes long for a glimpse of you,

My empty ears wait to be drowned in your voice,

My lost soul cries to become one with you,

My body thirsting for your touch

But my broken heart mourns

For the hopelessness of all that can never be…

And wishes sometimes it hadn’t

Belonged to you, my love.

The hours are slipping

Another day is coming to an end,

Another step towards futility

While I die a thousand deaths waiting….

We have two choices…live in the present or move on. Many will say this waiting is not worth it while others say “Make the most of this present, bask in the love for who has seen the future?” It is never easy to move on… it takes courage and a complete death of that hope. We move on to other desires and hope for something new, something that has more possibilities of it being fulfilled. We move on saying it was meant to be…that is the consolation we give. But I wonder if that hope remains buried somewhere deep, the only thing that has changed is that we remove our focus from it? Perhaps not… We need to live and for us to keep life in motion desires are necessary. Therefore we hope again for something else and wait…

She wept because she needed him

She felt forlorn because

She wanted to be lost in his strong embrace,

The façade of being strong and resolute

Enervate her tired limbs

She just wants to be a woman

To her man

To be held close to his heart

Safely cocooned in his warm presence

Not a visitor to her lonely evenings…

Is it too much to ask for?

She wonders aloud…

The fragrance of her soul must be as intoxicating

As the passion of her mind

Maybe the silvery moonlight will

Soon break through those ominous clouds

And they will hide from the glow of her face

Tears from her eyes will show her way

Like sparkling pearls

The rose petal lips will usher in

A lifetime of contentment

And companionship

Swallowing her lump

She wonders aloud…

Is it too much to ask for?

(The above verse is by a dear friend and mentor)

What say you my dear readers? Would love to get your comments.

The Darkness In Her....

The Darkness In Her….

With every turn

Of the full moon

She changes….

Mutates…

Another Jekyll and Hyde

Love, compassion,

Understanding, acceptance

All swept to a corner…

Like an evil witch

She churns and churns

Pain and hurting

In the cauldron

Of her frenzied mind.

Plotting and sub-plotting…

The cold damp recesses

Of her heart turning black

Potion after potions

Of magical charm, love,

Tears and silent appeals

Have no hold over him

Her lover…

Longing and helplessness

Turn into lashings

Till he bleeds,

Choosing to be helpless,

Patience is his forte

And all he has is

“Don’t worry baby, I love you”

Some days the words

Like a balm soothe

Her tattered and

Frayed nerves

Other days

They are like claws,

Every syllable

Digging into her soul

Screeching and screaming

Making her want to

Rip out her sick heart

Instead, frothing and fuming

She spits out venom

Emptied she wonders…

Is this love or a sick obsession?

Or just the lure of the

Forbidden fruit

That is him?

Despising what she becomes

A monstrosity

She wants to flee

This darkness that

Possesses her

But she stays rooted,

Desiring him

With a deluge like passion

Perhaps for eternity…

Pain and hellish fury

Swept to a corner

The Story Of Many.....PART II

I have been thinking of writing now for quite a few days but somehow not been able to. I guess the response to Timelessness….a collaboration has overwhelmed me and I’m bereft of words. Then the idea came to me to write a sequel to The Story Of Many…  (http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-many.html) I want to continue with the journey of this beautiful creature after her flight away from her nest, from her soul mate. As I wrote I kept in mind a few beautiful friends of mine who are like me romantics to the core so I dedicate this to them. To you lovely ladies… Alpana Prasad, Sancheeta Biswas, Melissa Tandoc, Sulekha Rawat, and Jessica Brant. And lastly I write this for another soul sister of mine, Inky Sen who has always been a pillar of strength for me.

  

The Story Of Many…. PART II

Across planes and valleys she flies, willing her tired wings to continue its rhythmic flapping across the vast expanse. Alone but for the clouds and the wind to cheer and encourage her to keep moving with promises of a new home, she flaps her weary wings. The ancient, wise, majestic, snow capped mountains whisper to her of the mysteries of the world; the ever changing nature of life, of death and rebirth, of decay and renewal, of the eternal yearning of the human soul, of accepting and surrendering to life as it unfolds. She wants to shout back, “I know, I know, but I am none the wiser.” But she has no more wind in her to argue with them, all she wants is to reach her place of rest, her home of childhood days when life was simple, carefree and full of dreams. She has to rest, needs to heal before she can fly again to destinations unknown. She is going to a place where there are those close to her heart who will engulf her in their warm comforting embrace, soothing her battered soul, helping her to become whole again.

The sun is fading as it takes a dip in the western horizon. She searches for that nest amidst the play of shadow and light. As she swoops down her gaze fall on it nestled cozily among other habitats. A sense of relief and deep sadness overwhelms her…she has finally reached a destination but she has left behind something of hers forever and there was no turning back. For a moment she wants to drop dead crashing through the clouds and smashing like an egg. She finally comes to her resting nest. Love is all around as they gather her in their warmth. She allows them to fuss over her, welcoming her with their cooing words of comfort, savoring the moment she feels safe. As she drifts off to a dreamless sleep of sheer exhaustion, she knows she has a long way to go in trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered life but she has loving hands to gently lift her from her bottomless pit of despair. She thinks of one in particular, a soul sister, and bird of the same feather, wise, kind, compassionate and understanding, without her life stands to become an endless blur.

Seasons have come and gone she still remains in her home. In moments of despair she is tormented by thoughts of him, her soul mate. Nights sometimes seem endless as she tosses and turns fraught with questions…does he think of her, does he  miss her like she misses him, or has he gone away so far that she does not even cross his mind? The questions and doubts keep her awake till she has to shake herself out of this obsession and concentrate on all those that love her, grateful to the almighty that she is surrounded by love. Her soul sister is by her side always, patiently listening to her as she pours out all the pain of broken promises and buried desires, comforting her with compassion and understanding. They talk endlessly.

What is it with women like them who love like they do, who would move heaven and earth for their love? Men weren’t like that, they are not ruled by the heart, and they will weigh the pros and cons of the situation and act keeping their well being in mind. And yet not all women are like them either, they are smart and practical. They would never relinquish their position, they are happy living their lives with material comfort, their social status where the heart does not have much to say. Are they better off or are women like them who would give up everything for love live a fuller life? She shudders, thinking of the pain and agony that women like her go through, sometimes the futility of their situation almost choking them. She thinks of some of her other soul sisters, exquisite, beautiful creatures who are like her, die hard romantics who let their hearts rule them. They are all like goddesses where their men put them up high on that pedestal, swooning over their feet, (http://findingonesway.com/2011/06/unleashed/) professing undying love but not having the courage to do anything about it. They know it is hopeless and yet they cannot give up, they cannot control their heart, living their days with maybe a tiny flicker of hope that someday things will change. After all love conquers all and there have been men who have given up everything for love even their rightful throne.

Time unfolds into years. Some days are good while there are days that are never ending. She waits for the night to come just relieved that another day has ended. But she was healing with the help of her friends and loved ones. She longed to find love again, to find a mate who would be there for her. Buoyed by hope days would pass in anticipation of discovering herself again in her longing. She hoped and believed and she waited…then one night he came to her in his dreams. He was a stranger… with a twinkle in his eyes, love and compassion written all over his face as he looked at her. Something stirred in her, something that lay dormant all these years. She felt a sense of peace, as if all the wounds had finally healed. She felt a sense of belonging and she wanted to trust her heart again looking at his angelic face, strong and yet tender. She woke up with a song in her heart. It was a dream but she just knew someday soon he will walk into her life and she was ready….for love to bloom once again in her heart.      

Timelessness....a collaboration

We were strangers till a year ago and then we met in Ladies Club, Alpana and I. What followed was an amazing friendship, sharing our thoughts, some happy ones some painful. We had been planning to meet someday but never really got down to actually put it into action till one day Alpana called me. She was upset about something and as we talked on an impulse I asked her to come and spend some time with me and it was decided. When we finally met it was as if we had known each other for years, we felt so at home with each other. Every day we talked till the wee hours of the morning. It was then we thought of writing something together for all our blogger friends. Both being die hard romantics we decided to write about love and passion. This collaboration is for all of you...

Timelessness....a collaboration 

I had given up hope on my love, my lover. Till one day, the unexpected happened. He came back, after all these years, my love, for which I had always yearned for. We both discovered that nothing had changed between us, the love, passion we felt for each other was stronger than before. Holding hands, we walked along a familiar path, the silence of the night speaking for us.  The fresh air filling our senses, I am subdued by just being near you. Stimulated emotions, I can hardly bear, while you hold me firmly but sincerely…a silent promise.

In the darkness of the night with only the glow of the moon illuminating our bodies, I feel the warmth of your hand as it covers mine, your moist warm breath on my neck, a finger tracing my cheek, my body tingling with every touch. Uncontrollably I reach for you, aching for your touch, your every move, wanting you to ravish me with your mouth; with uninhibited passion you trace your tongue over my lips gently probing, as it enters my mouth…I kiss you with all my passion and feel your hands move over my body. Straining towards you, I feel your passion for me. Your hands tenderly caress me, exploring every inch of my body, tracing my bare breast with your fingertips…your hand enclosing it.  Slowly lowering your mouth, you kiss with a gentle tenderness, your voyage continues as you cross my navel. You ultimately reach your destination and its untainted bliss. I tilt back my head in sheer ecstasy, sweet pleasure ripping through my body. Fire burning within us, I need you to fill me with yourself. Together, we probe the depths to which we have longed for, giving of ourselves unselfishly, and accepting what the other is offering with openness and trust. We feel the fire ignite as the touching and caressing gain fervor and our bodies ride the waves in unison. With urgency we increase the rhythm of our love song. You fill me with your entire being until we explode together with contented exhaustion. Holding you as you take me to the sacred place you promised just moments before…proving to me all over again, that you are the air through which I breathe and move, you are within me, my body fevered and bruised with your kisses. You are my love, my dream, my warmth, and all that I ever wanted. It was then I realized that I was home again.

                                                                                                             


                                                                                                       Alpana Jaiswal

His lips trail

A blaze of fire

Along her contours…

A moan of pleasure

Escape from her

Hungry lips

Into the night breeze

The fire crackles

Coming alive

Its glowing ember

Shimmers on their

Intertwined limbs…

It is as if time

Has become timeless

Nothing has changed

Like the dark canopy

Of twinkling stars,

The ancient trees

With their many secrets

As they gently

Whisper in her ears,

The watery moon

As it looks down upon them,

Her lover of so many

Seasons before

Is ageless…

Surrendering to him

She unfurls in her

Splendor

Seeking, searching

Her lips wanting more…

As his full mouth

Descends on her

Pink, taut nipples

She gasps in pleasure

Her soft supple body

Arches towards him

In her desire to be taken…

He gazes into her

Fiery eyes, her passion

Burning into him

In them he sees

Her undying love

Holding back no more

He unleashes his passion

As he gently takes her

In all her glory…

The gentle whispering

Trees dance in frenzy,

The twinkling stars

Burn brighter

While the moon smiles

As they celebrate

This reunion of two souls…

With every rhythm

Every thrust

As passion rides

Glimpses of eternity

Flashes across their

Inner being…

Past, present, future

All barriers broken

They cry in unison

As they reach their crescendo

Spent and sated

They lie fused as one

Nothing has changed

Their love remains ageless…

                                                                                                             

                                                                                            Rimly Bezbaruah