Sunday, February 16, 2014


Srishti Ganapati

Riding on His docile and friendly mouse, Srishti Ganapati is the lord of happy "Manifestation." This active God, of red complexion, holds His noose a goad, a perfect mango, and His tusk, representing selfless sacrifice.


Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
   Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
   From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
   A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
   You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
   Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
   They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
   Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
   Yea, beds for all who come.
- Christina Rossetti


Folk song

Monday, February 3, 2014


With a dream of basking under the sun,
     On bare feet I travel miles and miles of dry land;
With a broken pen I try to preserve the fountain of my life;
     And all that my marble heart looks for is some sunshine.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Tree of life







I do not know what is the right thing to do. I am probably the most scared person on earth, putting a brave front, a hypocrite I am. I call every one else an emotional fool, for I don't know how to deal with my own emotions. To deal with your emotions, you need to know them, understand them. But I don't know what I feel half the time.

My interests change every now and then. The same people who interest me the most become uninteresting in a minute, it could be a word they say, it could be a pinch of weakness they show. Its enough, I am more kind to my own weaknesses than others. This is me.

I say that I do not judge people, but I am the most judgmental person you would come across. I am an egoistic person, my world revolves around me. I would always choose my happiness over yours. That's me.