Mistakes & Gratitude

A smile, a blessing. There have been days when the leaves flicker under sunshine bringing new hope and joy. I have been called upon to watch them, listen to them and pay attention to them. Make their presence worthy in this world. They seem to bless the earth but they go unnoticed widely. We, fool

Lost Love Saga

  New eve new love White flakes brown shrubs Sun dwindles children mingles It’s a happy day Smiles are shining Beauty is lurking Still, the heart is sad the lack is vast colossal & heavy Body is depressed and these eyes are suppressed chalky-white with a wild-rest How this void will be filled That’s the

Wabi Sabi: aesthetic appreciation of poverty

Nothing lasts, nothing is finished and nothing is perfect. We aspire for perfection- a neat, symmetrical and proportionate creation. We crave for these characteristics. This is how a thing gains beauty, we say. But we rarely halt and appreciate the imperfection. We seldom like to bear down the effort and discover beauty in those hidden