
A yellow carpet on a green grass floor
A weave unknown to the hands of man
Fall fresh each morning countless more
To pick one up would spoil the plan
That Nature with wind-soft hands does score
Mingling patterns with elan
Hanging above on slender supports –
The stems bent down by the chandeliers
Countless flowers arranged in cohorts
With numberless suns does the Amaltas flare
Many fall down to an earthly port
Fall down then! It has more to spare.
Not a shade of the verdant bower green
That gave these flowers their fire
When the Amaltas is in bloom, is seen
Lit up as a funeral pyre
But the joy of rebirth, pure and clean
Is writ all o’er with desire.
Oft on cloudy monsoon days
When the grey seeps into my mind
When memories on my heart hold sway
And sighing blows the wind
I close my eyes and silently pray
Head bowed to powers divine
Make my soul like the Amaltas tree
As in summer in glorious bloom
From the cycle of time forever free
Dropping light in the midst of every gloom
Aspiring, carefree like that tree make me
Reborn like a phoenix in every doom.
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I need to fill this up with much better content than I had populated it with earlier. Why I write a blog maybe? I started blogging in 2009 or thereabouts. I was a newly turned atheist and wanted to converse with others of the same persuasion. We're not exactly a big population group in India! It didn't go very well and I sort of lost interest, posting a few things now and then.
I got a lot more regular over the last few months and have been posting almost daily since February '15. There were many reasons why I gradually became more regular in posting, but one way or the other, here I am! So this blog has taken shape, being at different points in time my showcase, my comedy club, my art gallery, my book club, my therapist, my close friend, my innermost self....but always my little corner of the world. You are all welcome to visit and I hope you stay awhile!
A few points about me because I don't want to lead anyone on(and trust me this does become an issue more often than I'd care to admit).
I'm Indian, the brown-skinned variety; if race, ethnicity or skin colour is an issue, you don't have to get to know me any more than what you see on my blog.
I'm 40, so if age is an issue, please be informed accordingly.
I was a doctor, an ophthalmic surgeon for 10 years before I quit practice.
True, it’s rightly the ‘glorious bloom of the summer’ 🙂 Loved the way you’ve described the beauty of the tree….
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Thanks for reading it and for the compliment! I can’t believe that I wrote that 19 years back! Seems like a lifetime ago….
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Oh! you wrote it 19 years back… brilliant!
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July 1996
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