The Self As A Whole

One morning I reached here, it was a very cold morning, i got down upto the river, wherefrom sourrounding mountains are seen clearly, silence gradually grasped me, i started to listen a music, a music churned out of silence, a link between inward and outward was being felt, that feeling gradually got very prominent---------and one time i discovered myself sobbing......



WHERE VISIBILITY AND INVISIBILITY ARE WOVEN FINE



This road to Sandakphu was taken by me. this mystic way will make you feel the rhythm of silence. This road along the Indo-Nepal border will make you sense what beauty is.

A flight....

Cloud sudden

Wind splashes

A birthday wish

With palash fragrance--

A boquet

In an invisible vase.

The sea darkness.

The voices of wild ducks

turn white.

Haiku by Basho---- 



A tribute.........

I will be there, with you

But aside

In the shadow

And in light.



Relationship...

What is dream? May what we call the real life  be called a dream in other form? Is it a process of becoming with the change of perspectives?  Reality combined with dream leads to the realm of imagination?