The Power Beneath the Wings....(edited)

Sangeeta Khanna is a versatile blogger friend, who goes on Himalayan bicycle treks, takes great photographs, cooks amazing recipes, and knows loads of stuff about plants because she is a trained scientist.

I recently came upon this photo , posted by her friend, a young Vipul Bansal  on FB, and it said "dedicated to Sangeeta Khanna"..... 

This is such an amazing photographic find, redolent with life meanings. There is a message somewhere in there.  For all of us....


original photo found here

Aerospace,
something to confuse,
but actually
all about
creating
your own space
in the air.

Some have fancy profiles,
aerodynamic shapes,
pilot beaks
luggage tails
and often
fancy twin engines
revving up
on two sides,
which are ignored and jettisoned
when dumb
in crisis times....

And some,
in brilliant colors,
happily plump,
with all encompassing wings
that help it soar,
and sometimes,
when the
two little life engines
are still new,
the wings
open and enfold them,
doing a vertical takeoff,
teaching them
what flying high is all about.

We've really never learned
that success
is all about
teaching someone
to fly high with you,
and never about
how to jettison folks
who are problematic to you......

Sculpture lessons

My friend UmaS posted this as part of her Wordless Wednesday series. I've often felt that in addition to staying wordless, we need to keep our minds and ears open for some conveyed messages.

Those conversant with the flavor of politics today, in India, might understand.

(wood carving on the door panel in the entrance to a typical Chettinad style house. Picture clicked by UmaS at Dakshina Chitra – a place that showcases the culture and architectures of South India.)

We never learn from
the lessons
of the aeons.

Giving of oneself,
one’s crown
as a footrest
for the deity,
supported by
upraised hands;
a happy mix
with
heralding elephants,
supporting courtiers,
who in turn
hold up the
muscular beauty
of the horses.

And the folks
on each side
doing their bit
to hold up
the ceiling
with hand held
pillars
of unstinted support.

And here we are,
always supporting
in exchange
for something undeserved;
withdrawing support
at will
for personal gain,
talking from
the side
of the mouth,
while publicly smiling,
creating media to defame
simple men….

No wonder
we often feel
the roof is coming down on us….