Showing posts with label tendrils. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tendrils. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tendrils of the Courageous Type


My FB friend Arvind Khanna posted this wonderful photograph; something he posted as a member of the Delhi Photography Club, and shared with us.

Nature they say , reflects our lives, and possibly vice-versa.  And so we have , occasionally, brave entities, facing all kinds of dark forebodings by gutless superficial folks, as they delve deep into troubled places, and try to work on their own, seeking a solution......finally turning around and back , possibly to a better world; who knows ?

(photo by Arvind Khanna)
Life is easy
when you rest
on the efforts of others,
facing into a blue sky and sun,
waving at the
birds,
some flying by
checking you out,
some alighting as a breather
in an actual journey somewhere else.
They skim the surface,
and perhaps
you know who I talk about.


But the toughest thing
is to look inwards,
amidst the dark forebodings,
little yellow glimmers
and a confused
dark populace,
deep in the recesses,
and say,
"I will go in,
investigate the situation,
try to improve it all,
and only then emerge back up.
"
These folks
are the tough brave ones.
They don't
make them like that anymore....

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Bungee Jumping For Dummies


My FB friend and blogger Sangeeta Khanna,of Delhi,  is a botanist, antioxidant researcher, nutritionist, someone who studies and practices traditional indian medicine and cooking, trekker, birder, and photographer.  She is blessed with a green thumb and a garden, something most of us city dwellers cannot enjoy.

Despite her numerous and wide interests, she still gets enticed with little things happening in nature, and photographs them for us to enjoy. 

Like here below......

(photograph by Sangeeta Khanna)

Sometimes,
sheltered by
the long arm of the leaf,
sometimes
nibbling on the surface
he would often
venture out
on the green bridge
and make his way across
laboriously dragging
applauded by
the various
dicotyledonous ladies
and some even lobular
and in whorls.

One day,
he felt
a bit different,
but still wanted to cross,
till he spied the
contorted rope
and decided
to bungy jump.

He swung
on the rope,
and lost it,
till he realised he was flying.

The rope had sprung back,
amazed,
because he had
now become a butterfly !

:-)