To Walk In Balance, To Walk to Save

Golden Evening

Just a walk in the park in the evening—

The chaos in the mind melts away in the cooler breeze,

Summer flowers layer the air with heavy sweetness,

And the streetlight plays a game of golden shadows with the trees.

 

There are still blessings,

Wherever we may see,

But time, it runs and leaps and bounds away—

Because,

We have to do,

We have to dare,

We have to save the Earth!

 

In 10 years we may not recognize our lands and seas!

What will you do?

 

 

The Misty Moon (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Mist N Moon (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Dreaming of Pink…

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A Dream of Pink

Who will notice the light on the flowers,
But for the quiet ones?
Who will think of the green we need,
But for the dreamy ones?

Why then is the world tilted loud?
Why doesn’t love trump fear?

When will the healing come?

The Edges of Hope

 

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There is an edge to hope,

That even when it floats away,

Clings as a shadow of wonder,

To the corners of the spirit.

 

Let it flower within you today,

Let it rise.

 

Smile at hope,

And hope will smile upon you…

 

Who knows what the two of you can do?

That Warm Feeling

The mango tree knows it’s time for spring.

It blooms before we’ve even noticed the warmth. 

The parrot sings exultingly,

Wheeling in celebration. 

Go tell the cold night air,

The summer smell is here! 

This Day, This Time, Is Ours!

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Ascend!

From afar I watch a mansion crumble,
I watch the inconceivable take shape,
And somehow, I am strengthened in my self.
Somehow, I feel the essential taut granite in me,
The one that holds up the truth.
Today I know that if there is to be any hope,
We each have to ascend.
Find our power, flex it,
And go heal this earth of ours.

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That Essential Focus (#WordlessWednesdays) 

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Bring Radiance Forth!(#WordlessWednesdays)

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Sometimes, Perfection… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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They Call Me – Incandescent! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Incandescent (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature In Every Corner (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Urban Nature (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Behind The Curtain… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Curtain (By Radhika Mukherjee)

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The Cawcus! (#WordlessWednesdays)

The Cawcus

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Morning Glow (#WordlessWednesdays)

Morning Glow

Hope Shrouded In The Distance (#WordlessWednesdays)

Hope Shrouded In The Distance

Hope Shrouded In The Distance (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Beckoning Glimmers of Hope (#WordlessWednesdays)

Glimmers of Hope

Glimmers Of Hope (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Those Gremlin Days Of Art

The Body Of The Root

The Body Of The Root (By Radhika Mukherjee)

What is there within me today, that is deep and dark?

Complex chocolate foamy loam,

Worm dwelling, corporate shelling,

Ruined lives buried in glee?

 

What in me was dark is grey under siege,

In moments of such madness as these,

A poem is a silent angel of futility,

Parading unpretty in the hall of shame…

 

What is this world of melee?

What is proven if anything of fire?

There is but a chink of gold,

In each pearly sunset mound of flesh.

 

What is my glory, my honor?

Through words hot and cold,

I fly in incomprehensible circles,

And make my futile art of—

 

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Puzzle,

Dazzle,

Dross…

A Stilled Dynamic (#WordlessWednesdays)

A Stilled Dynamic

A Stilled Dynamic (By Radhika Mukherjee) 

 

My phone made a movie all by itself! It’s got the most amazing yellow roses in it!

Please watch: The Beautiful Yellow Roses (Real Beauty Series, 3) 

 

I Want To Be A Lotus! (#WordlessWednesdays)

I Want To Be a Lotus

I Want To Be a Lotus By Radhika Mukherjee

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Video 2 of the Real Beauty Series is now live! It’s a lovely moment of mindfulness, with swaying boughs laden with flowers!

Watch: The Beautiful Sway Of Flowers In The Wind (Real Beauty Series, 2)

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The Call Of The Sublime

 

The Lighted Dark

The Lighted Dark By Radhika Mukherjee

The gulf between the sublime and me,

Wavers some days,

Then dances away,

Delighting in just the prospect!

 

That long leap—

Hangs in the shadows,

Darker than dark,

Lighter than light!

 

Just the inward smile,

Just the breath-spirit wide,

Just a little crinkle in the heart,

Is all I have to show—

 

That the heart of the world had called to me one day…

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My Brilliant Moony Friend! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Ambition’s Dilemma

Moon Rise By Radhika Mukherjee

Moon Rise By Radhika Mukherjee

Come now, it isn’t so bad!

Didn’t we just decide to emerge?

Didn’t we just say, we would reach — high?

Don’t hide now, don’t fade.

It’s our time to shine.

It’s terrifying, yes; what if you get seen?

But darling, how will you see yourself unless you open up?

None of it matters, none of the hurt.

Just call out to the dawn moon,

Dance in starlight,

Trail a little of the ocean on your palm…

All our ashes will whirlwind in rainbows,

And we will be, what we were meant to be:

Ascendant!

A Time To Shine (#WordlessWednesdays)

White Shadow Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

White Shadow Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

 

Golden Summer Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

Golden Summer Shine By Radhika Mukherjee

 

Soft Moon Shine by Radhika Mukherjee

Soft Moon Shine by Radhika Mukherjee

On Lightning Wings

Cloud Wings

Cloud Wings

Suppose the way lay through the air?

Would you with your pink lightning wings,

Go charging across the ocean,

Straight to what you thought was the heart of the world?

 

The tears of cut grass smell so mellifluous!

Everything spills tears today – from me.

 

I imagine you at least, free—

Soaring, with those crackling wings,

Reaching at last that space of my torment;

Of my deepest longing.

In Memory of Moti (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Moti The Valiant

Through The Thorns… (#WordlessWednesdays)

Through the Thorns

Through The Thorns…

City Lights City Bright (#WordlessWednesdays)

City Lights City Bright

City Lights City Bright

Morning Walk Gift: Flower and Bee Macro

Sometimes, the simplest of equipment, the most basic of setups suffices to produce something marvelous.

Presenting: a phone camera macro, of a flower, a bee and even a tiny little golden ant!

The whorl of flowers seemed perfectly poised and then as I was taking the photo, this tiny feisty black bee landed on the petals and completely unconcerned about the giant with the phone filming the scene, it went about its vital job of nectar hunting!

It was amazing!

Found on a silver-golden morning walk.

The Flower And The Bee

The Flower And The Bee

The Rhythm of Stillness

The Last Day

The Last Day

The last dregs

Of fasting days—

Buzzing lethargy.

 

The pulsing dreams

Of sleepy days—

 

Stretching reality.

 

Is there a secret,

Floating in the moments,

Of each passing day?

 

Is there a solution,

To chained existence,

In infinity?

 

A child wails,

A hummingbird chirps,

A car honks.

 

The world turns,

Notwithstanding,

Our fears and joys.

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The Wild Heart of the City

In the middle of a bustling suburb in Pune, tucked away within a broad, quiet street lined with flowers, lies a patch of wilderness.

It’s a glimpse of what used to be, before the buildings rose up; brightness and shadows kept contained by corrugated steel.

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Four trees, twisted by fate, prowl around each other among the defiant green:

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Bougainvillea tangles into furious knots, warning greedy humans away:

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And a young tree, full of foolish hope, dances along to the beat of the flowing creepers:

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And you?

You stand entranced. Compelled almost to tears by all this primordial intensity. Till the spell releases you, till your gaze shifts, to the road, to sweet green innocence:

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