The green rainbow

All the colours that the Rainbow had 

now in the grass are found

Wild weeds, growing like fire, 

yellow, violet, pink, white and blue

The rainbow colours 

they are leaking

the sky is fading

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Being a woman

  Well, being a woman is mostly about, resistance, persistence, and existence.   This idea of being a woman, where did I get it from?   Could this be the legacy of those strong women in my life who were a bit arrogant, but generous, capable, and interesting women!   They showed me that   There is always a price for being meek, being subdued and being taken care of, as you are taken lightly, and sort of despised!   Then there is a price that you pay for being strong and independent, and yes, for  being bold and persistent, as you are taken seriously, and sort of respected!  They taught me  that  to love someone, you do not need to stop respecting yourself I learnt from them that  In this life, you make your own place, and choose your own role, and  you make the choice to take the easy or the hard way! As there will certainly be alternatives,  but no matter what you decide, there is no guarantee you will no...
Read more

The concept of time, time to wake up!

Yes, the concept of time, for example to know when it is time to wake up or to go to work and time to knock off. We live by the rules and regulations of time, the movements of the two hands of our clock, or the shiny blinking digits!  These movements rule us, our life, from birth, when to be born, to even when to take our last breath!   This morning, I was listening to a program while on my regular morning walk, about how the concept of time came into being. How people knew, before and who or what told them that it was time to wake up!  The speaker was an academic of medieval studies and was talking about his research on the history of alarm clocks! How religious singing played a part in announcing every morning that it was time to pray. He was talking of monasteries, and churches, but I was thinking about, the singing sounds from a church, or a mosque, a temple, or a gurudwara, waking up the community! The parbhat pheri , a customary ritual in villages in Punjab, a ...
Read more

Tikku and the lost pages part 3

Tikku was hiding behind a big pot of honey,🍯 checking on Winnie the Pooh, as he wanted to see what the silly old bear was going to do.  But then it started to rain again. He couldn't see much.  Interestingly he was not getting wet. He looked up and saw a small cloud looking down on him, smiling and covering him from the other bigger clouds. Tikku smiled back and saying thank you, kept his vigil. He was still watching Winnie the Pooh and waiting for Piglet.  Pooh bear was humming a song and walking from one side of the honey pot to the other. He still had not put his hand into the pot, that was strange, Tikku thought!  But Pooh bear was just walking round and round 🙄  Tikku couldn't hear what the bear was singing, but he could imagine what it would be.  "When the wind blows,  Pigs can fly When it rains,  cats and dogs fall from the sky When the rain goes, and the Sun shines, then comes the rainbow saying hello hello hello" ! Pooh bear must have t...
Read more