interlude

Fallen from the sky, suspended mid-air...holding universe, a tiny droplet of sunshine... neither part of the day nor of the night, truly mysterious and sublime... Someone once said, desire and pain were born together, held by the hands of faith, thrust by the winds of hope... Spent in such abode is the reality of happiness and of sorrow... In middle of everything, in between earth and sky...

Sometimes you gotta let time to be the answer....

"peacefully,  the quiet stars came out,  one after one... the holy twilight fell upon the sea, the summer day was done." -  Celia Thaxter  the wonderful panoply of the color magnifies the sunshine... time that is striking yet supple...tender yet proud... lingering by the melancholy skies are the fragrant blossoms of June... asking restless birds hopping on the trees to take rest...it's time... it's time, when strawberries melt over wine... it's time, that solemnizes clarity... the hustle bustle of the streets has come to stand still, yet it is so loud... like ocean breaking at the shore, asking for respite from this endless tyranny...it's time... the shimmering forts of egos melt down, summertime, a flaming torch set out to define... removing deception layer by layer...this year, June has decided to resolve ...it's time!

love for the written word moved a notch higher this weekend...and then there was a beautiful encounter with a cute kitsch start up called 'sunny side up'... it led to creation of a few posters around the most beautiful quotes collected over the week... and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane  by those who could not hear the music... what you seek is seeking you... the earth has music for those who listen.... do more than exist... believe in magic... salvation is within.. The best project you’ll ever work on is you.... sigh, a wall dedicated to all the tokens and collections of words..

blank canvas and trails of ink always leave fascinating stories.  such  stories, create trails of happiness, surprise, lingering nostalgia and lasting impressions.  imaginations and concoct possibilities by the mark of ink are irreplaceable. laughter that resonates in such stories, contemplation of a quote, pensive tinkering of  destiny,  leaves a mark on everything it touches.  indian henna as ink , hand as canvas & five favorite quotes engraved on my soul are these beautiful lines, inked on my hand, they breathe; respond to every call that excites your soul.... the universe is made of stories.... the world is full of magical things, waiting for our senses to grow sharper.... let the beauty of what you love, be what you do... what you seek, is seeking you.... romance with ink always  yields  beautiful fruits....