Body, Soul and Universe The colours of life.... The evening breeze embrace the ghats.. hot summer day ends its routine… the ghats gets active as the sun slowly disappears, pilgrims move in a rush to attend the arti, boatmen waiting for their turn at the ghats, a group of oldies started their evening games, couples move in search of a private place , children play cricket with lot of excitement… Here I am looking at the illuminated ghats.. LED lights shower bright light in the ghats, Form an arc of lights connecting all the ghats together, Red flames appears in a rythemic move.. Its not from the regular electric lights or flickering camera flash the flames move with the dance of the wind Up and down at several times… Its aarti time and the prayers are on… As the chants progress, the pundits move the lamps in the hands of the pandits draw a picture in the air with dancing flames.. The songs of the soul Little far ahead, I see again fl
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The footprints of the past
Looking at this picture... you may think he is a beggar oh no...... it is my own picture ... its my life after some years... In the silence of the night.. and the glittering light from the lamp post I think of my past and glorious life I felt days where under my feet and its all about matching pace with the speed of time Days and nights passed... my legs are feeble now, and the body is weak as well memories are faded and hard to identify the- figures and people come in front of eyes feel the hands and legs, a burden of the body... eyesight has been poor by this time and shaded images move ahead my eyes... The tree is my support and the the plat form is my support My hands may shiver, but mind is firm, my legs may fail to move as fast my youth hood but I know my present life is to remember my past....