“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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In the Shadow of the Flame
– Exploring the invisible contours of creativity, the grace of waiting, and the unseen brilliance that shapes the world in silence “They also serve who only stand and wait.”— John Milton, On His Blindness What does it mean to create? Is creativity a sudden, divine benediction bestowed upon a chosen few? Or is it a facultyContinue reading “In the Shadow of the Flame”
A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem
(The first time I saw the white blossoms of the Caribbean Trumpet Tree twirling down in the gentle air, I was transfixed. They floated effortlessly, as if reluctant to leave the branch, yet yielding gracefully to the inevitable pull of the earth. There was no struggle, no resistance—only a quiet, mesmerizing descent. For a moment,Continue reading “A Waltz of Falling Blossoms-A Poem”
The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms
When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”
The Grace of Pink
(Few colours can match the grace and elegance of pink. It is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. And no earthly creation personifies pink in all its splendour more than the pink that adorns this humbleContinue reading “The Grace of Pink”
The Jacaranda’s Lament
(I saw a grumbling gardener collecting the fallen flowers of a jacaranda tree, shed so generously, and still resplendent even while decaying. He muttered endlessly as he cleared the litter. This poem whispers Jacaranda’s agony, amidst the decay and the trampling —an ephemeral beauty misunderstood by the world. Scorned as litter, her vibrant offerings areContinue reading “The Jacaranda’s Lament”
Colours of Bengaluru-III
The Yellow Radiance of Amaltas Following the fiery red of the African Tulip and the ethereal white of the Indian Cork Tree, Bengaluru’s lush canopy bursts into a brilliant yellow each spring, thanks to the spectacular Amaltas, or Cassia fistula. Commonly known as the Indian Laburnum or Golden Shower Tree, Amaltas is one of the city’sContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-III”
Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet
(The Angel’s Trumpet is indeed an intriguing muse for poetry, blending beauty with danger in a way that feels almost mythical. This poem encapsulates both the enchantment and the danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, pondering the duality of beauty and peril. The contrast between the beauty and danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, sharpens the metaphorContinue reading “Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet”
Cherry Blossom
(The place where I live presently is witnessing cherry blossom. An event that announces the arrival of spring, and presents a sight that fills one with joy, serenity and elation. Swathes of street, and at times the whole street lined with cherry trees burst into a flamboyance of pink, white and mauve, transforming mundane avenuesContinue reading “Cherry Blossom”
My Days at Chhindwara
Chhindwara does not boast of many distinctions. For sure, it is a quiet and clean place, enjoying an altitude only a few meters less than the famous and well regarded Pachmarhi, the queen of Satpuras and a hill station known for its quiet and serene ambience. Chhinwara has a climate and a beauty that isContinue reading “My Days at Chhindwara”
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