A crucified rose seeks a resurrection

It was just another of those bright mornings with the early shoppers to the market, gaily moving from shop to shop with a look at the distant exhibits.

The roses in bouquet were a blossom to the heart, after a long gap of the misty gardens failing to bring them to bloom.

With my short sight of colors, as we all men are when in comparison with our beauties, i picked up a different shade of each.

Each rose found a promising place, and there was one left after all the vases were filled and hearts melted, hmmm with a small thought a place on the wall was cellotaped with the thorny bloom.

I went on with my work at the desk below it.

It was more of a call from the flower, begging to be released, i turned and felt myself suddenly a bandit ,pilfering a creation to be taped.

Down it came and a magical cup was found and there it was on the table top, spreading its beauty to those who could notice. 

Tearing away with tears

A date was fixed for the parting and postponed, and timing fixed and lengthened, i was wondering why, until i saw the farewell.

It was the final day for our kid at the college and the batch was dispersing,it seemed just like a shift to another home, until all the things were packed and it was time for the waving.

There was a moment of jealousy in the mind when I could see how he has been won over by many a rugged one with soft hearts and cool eyes.

They had been together for 4 years and they must have shared many a struggle and moments of euphoria in closeness we can imagine like ours.

It was too dark and Mother Nature too was very solemn and shared her part in the parting with a slight drizzle.

These are the ones who are going to carve the world of tomorrow,for themselves and for the future.

Wishing them all a bright future,with togetherness and understanding.

A page for Paige

It was a spur of a thought on the week end, for a trip to Ooty, an invitation from a cousin, which was irresistible, but the Monday morning class was a hurdle, taking the clue, the timing was changed, and there we were on the ghats to Ooty, drinking the blue mountain air, and clicking away the rest on the mobile.

Mother Nature seems to hide some of her secrets, from our normal senses, but which gets stripped with the inventions of man on the cell and celluloid, wow those infra and ultra violet rays.

Following all those oooo’s and aaaahhh’s in Ooty we were climbing down through the Kothagiri road due to an obstruction in the regular route, what pleasures, when suddenly we crossed an Alsatian breed with his rich fur and royal looks standing at the entrance to a home.

My cousin and I must have both had frames and frames of long lost thoughts of a pet they once had named “Mani”, the car came to a stop, and there we were both , talking in rapid sentences, one making and stopping and the other continuing the lines, with similar thoughts.

The cousin decided to adopt an Alsatian young one if they had a pup.

Nearing the dog with little or no caution, my cousin was smelt and soon was being happily pounced, my cousin had fallen and so was i,both of us still firmly on our feet on the ground.

I was next for the happy Alsation s pouncing for the intrusion of his territory.

His name being Paige, i repeated it and could see his ears and attention turning , three hearts were beating as one.

They had no pups, and the carer was away at work, we all grounded to Mettupalayam, and reached Home, but a space of the heart is still there, and running in this page for Paige.