She was a kite adrift,
She wanted to keep moving,
There was no place
She really wanted to go or be.
Her eyes were searching for something
But what, she couldn’t see.
This morning I woke up So full of joy
Yet feeling so light, almost weightless,
Flowing in the air unmoored from the floor
like a feather or pollen or music or perfume.
Surrounded by chaos and precariousness
Yet so perfectly at peace
At the thought of seeing you soon,
At the thought of returning home to you.
They heard some legends of it,
Some folk songs, Some tribal tales of it.
Foolish they were, they confused it with reality,
They had dreams, they didn’t care for actuality.
They were not kids anymore,
It was not cute anymore.
My post “Reflections in Lake Pichola, Udaipur” in response to last week’s Photo Challenge “Reflecting ” was so well-received that I decided to do another post with a series of pictures from Udaipur for this week’s photo Challenge “Heritage”
Life granted her wish,
Almost threw it in her face,
Slammed it in her face
As roughly as it could,
As she walked with confident steps
Towards the life she wanted,
Looking poised and prepared to the world,
Her mind was cluttered with muddled thoughts.
A gradual qualm had taken over her,
Does the end always justify the means?
She visioned it happening differently,
And what if the life she wanted
Is not really the life that is good for her?
Udaipur, a city of lakes, situated in the state of Rajasthan, in western India. It is also referred to as the Venice of East. I have not yet been to Venice so I can’t confirm the comparison, but I can tell you this, It’s a beautiful city, full of art, culture, forts and lakes.
I went there a few moths ago with my psychotic friend, she is completely nuts but she is a dear friend and very often my partner in crime. We just picked up our bags and decided to go to Udaipur, no hotel bookings. Continue reading “Reflections In Lake Pichola, Udaipur”
You have a beautiful heart
And you let me in.
No, doubt it was very generous of you,
But I can’t stay unless you let me own it.
I need to own all of it, all the rooms and all the walls,
All the closets and all the skeletons in them,
And every beat of your heart.
Sometimes we meet someone, a complete stranger and something good happens, we feel lighter and more cheerful, almost hopeful, in their presence. Meeting Leni is very much like that, just by being around her, you feel good, positive. She has this infectious cheerful energy but that energy does not come from innocence or naivety. After only a few conversations, you can tell, she has seen the ugly unkindness of life and you can tell, she has stayed strong through it all. It’s so great meeting people who have been tested by life a number of times, but life has still not managed to rob them of their energy or dim their light.
Continue reading “When I Met Maheshmurti Leni Sahebrao Jadhav (Leni)”
