24 Thursday Sep 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
no past clouds lurking,
or future anxieties skulking,
this moment here
surrounded with beautiful vistas
– a present for being in the present
© Vinitha Dileep
Joining Natasha for #WordlessWednesday and Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
22 Wednesday Jul 2020
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
raindrops trickling leaves swaying the road ahead glistening with rays of hope this too, a slice of life!
Life isn’t always stitched with grief and sorrows. There are these beautiful moments that grace our solemn days making them a tad enticing. And often these little moments of joy appear in the midst of our journey just like that. They can be overlooked as we hurry to our destination or can be tucked in our memory reservoir for another day as a priceless moment of relish.
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08 Wednesday Jul 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
Tags
moon, photo, poem, ThursdayTreeLove, tree, Wordless Wednesday
I have been staring at this photo at intervals for the past 48 hours to come up with a couple of lines to accompany this capture. All in vain!
Every time I look at this picture my musings shift.
At first it gave me an ethereal feeling. On a second look, it gave me an eerie vibe. After that my mind is running back and forth between these two impressions.
Where is this picture taking you to? I’m curious to know.
i slash all the words in my head - nothing fits the picture perhaps, these unfitting words are the ones that suit this imperfect picture?
Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday and Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
24 Wednesday Jun 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
A flower - beautiful elegant, delicate, pure - four seasons is all it took!
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10 Wednesday Jun 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
be a seed
so you can survive in the dirt
and inspire the world with beautiful blooms
“Learn from seeds; they don’t die when you throw dirt at them; they grow.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
This herb garden was grown by the students in my son’s school. It’s inspiring to see the kids taking responsibility and tending to the plants. They have done a good job, haven’t they?
Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday
& Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
03 Wednesday Jun 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
“The greener the setting, the more the relief.”
– Richard Louv
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and Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove.
13 Wednesday May 2020
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
Nothing routine about a sunset
Though, it happens every day
Without fail!
Yet the allure never does abate
Though, it deepens its grace
With every passing day!
Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
23 Thursday Apr 2020
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
In my courtyard,
Lurks those ghosts of memories
Waiting to come alive.
Hibiscus was a part of our childhood. I don’t remember a single house in Kerala without this plant in their courtyard.
Hibiscus leaves were used as a shampoo and conditioner in Indian households. My sister and I loved this homemade shampoo. Those times we never used store-bought shampoos and conditioners on our hair.
Though we were supposed to use the grindstone to make the leaves into a pulp, my sister and I preferred the electric blender for its ease of use. Of course, our mom was not so thrilled when we used her beloved blender to make shampoo which wasn’t food and we were subjected to scoldings as an aftermath.
But it was worth it. Our shiny hair made it all worth it. 🙂
I clicked the above picture inside our apartment complex some days ago. The memories a simple plant triggers…
Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday &
25 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
A simple act
A time to enact
Stay away to gather again
Stand alone to stand together
And preserve the humankind
Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday & Parul for #ThursdayTreeLove.
11 Wednesday Mar 2020
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
A visit to the park this weekend reminded me of my school days
Rooted deeply, peeping graciously
My school had lots of trees in and around the school buildings the roots of which ran above the ground. The roots were very thick that one would easily think that it is the trunk of the tree that came down to rest on the lap of mother earth herself.
One of our favorite games used to be a slightly modified tag, where standing on the tree root was safe, but the moment you step out on the ground you can be caught and made the next catcher. We used to play this game every morning before our classes began and during lunch hour recess. These roots ran all over the ground, sometimes disappearing without a warning, sometimes reappearing out of the blue, making our tag game an interesting one.
Those roots were huge and our favorite place to sit enjoying the shade of the tree.
When exams were in session, moms used to find their spot underneath these trees, making the roots a comfy chair waiting for us kids to finish the exam.
I wonder if it is still there providing the same comfort and entertainment to the current users. How many of us have come and go relishing the same old nurturing of this world!
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