(The oak–liquor relationship finds expression in the cadence and emotional charge of this poem. Its imagery, symbolism, and metaphorical resonance seeks a distillation that is both timeless and transcendental) Long before lips knew the taste,oak and liquor found each other.It was not a meeting of moment,but of destiny—two strangers who spoke the same ancient tongue.The oakContinue reading “Oak and Spirit: The Silent Alchemy”
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The Oak: A Tree of Time, Myth, and Memory: Part II
Antiquity and Evolution –From Fossil Records to Timekeeper of Forests “Oaks are not merely trees. They are hieroglyphs of time, their rings a silent language spoken in centuries.” A Tree Older Than Memory The oak is not only ancient—it is ancestral. Its story begins not in the pages of human myth or literature, but deep inContinue reading “The Oak: A Tree of Time, Myth, and Memory: Part II”
The Oak: A Tree of Time, Myth, and Memory-Part I
“An Invitation to Wonder: : Introducing an Immortal Tree” “The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.”— Ralph Waldo Emerson It stands without asking to be noticed. There are trees that grow quietly, almost unnoticed—content to be part of the backdrop of our days. And then, there is the Oak. Majestic, resolute, steepedContinue reading “The Oak: A Tree of Time, Myth, and Memory-Part I”
Lagerstroemia-A Poem
A Poem of Memory, Bloom, and Becoming (This poem was born of a sudden moment of recognition—when a flowering Lagerstroemia, seen in the quiet backyard of a foreign land, evoked the soft fragrance of home. Known for its delicate, crinkled petals and luminous hues, the tree stirred not sorrow but a sweet recollection—of India, ofContinue reading “Lagerstroemia-A Poem”
Magnificent Magnolia – In Bloom and Beyond
“Large-leaved and low-bent, trailing immense,Magnolias…” — Alfred Lord Tennyson, “The Princess”(1847) The Flowering of Memory and Myth Two splendid Sycamores stand like sentinels in my backyard—tall, stately, unshakeable. They frame the rear of my son’s New Jersey home with a quiet majesty. But it is the Magnolia trees in the forecourt that currently command all attention.Continue reading “Magnificent Magnolia – In Bloom and Beyond”
Sycamore: A Tree, A World, A Wound
In the Shadow of the Sycamore Two tall and stately Sycamore trees stand magnificently at the far end of the lawn in my son’s opulent home — guardians of grace, stretching skyward in noble stillness. They are unlike any tree I had encountered up close: pale-barked, broad-limbed, with a silvery elegance that seems toContinue reading “Sycamore: A Tree, A World, A Wound”
The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger
“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.” — Henri Matisse A Flame Among Leaves It was during a quiet morning walk—the kind where the world slows and the soul listens—that I first encountered it: a towering flame among leaves. Rising silently from a bed of earth, its tall stem shimmered with an almostContinue reading “The Poem in the Petal: Torch Ginger”
Brahma Kamal-A Poem
A Nocturne in White (There are flowers that bloom for the crowd, and there are flowers that bloom for silence. The Brahma Kamal is of the latter kind. It waits not for sunlight but for stillness—opening its celestial white petals only when the world has turned its face away. Cradled on the edge of an unassuming cactus,Continue reading “Brahma Kamal-A Poem”
Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage
Once famed for its flowering trees and lakeside breezes, Bengaluru now finds itself buried beneath the detritus of its own growth. The transformation from “Garden City” to “Garbage City” isn’t just about mismanaged infrastructure—it’s a symptom of something deeper: a culture of unchecked consumption, buoyed by convenience and prosperity. A City Consuming Itself With oneContinue reading “Why Bengulurians Must Produce Less Garbage”
Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence
“Some flowers bloom where silence dwells,In night’s soft breath, their secret swells.” A Chance Encounter It was not an evening meant for miracles. The day had folded into dusk without flourish—no omens, no signs. I stepped out into the softened hush, led only by the hand of a cooling breeze. And there it was. BeneathContinue reading “Brahma Kamal: The Flower That Blooms in Silence”
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