A Wishful Sky And A Red Red World Were I as quick to enter into peace as I was to enter into neurosis, were I as quick to notice the small flower peeping out of a crack of a barren cement bed, were I as quick to feel the sun lighting up the flower-pot on my window -sill, the fold of the silk that draped the mannequin, the aroma of tea in a humble shade of a roadside inn, the red of the childhood I so adored, what wouldn't I have done with myself and with the world! Oh my red, red world! April 18, 2015.
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+ Sameer Koul Here is a poem for your post: Mind The Mind The walls of the exterior are still going strong, though the plaster has peeled off and the bricks are showing; the hinges, rusty, creaking, groaning perhaps! The irony of the mind, that even when the entrance is locked, the window is left wide open; for the sunlight to come prancing in, and the wind plays hide and seek. The contents of the mind: the clothing damp, loves the sunlight sneaking in. The mind has its own ways of opening the lock. May 2, 2015. Sushama Karnik Originally shared by Sameer Koul - 3 comments Mind. #iPhotography_sk