Two Roads

Two roads running along side each other .                                 The try to meet but don’t bother . The seem to meet and then depart .                              Running along side each other forever .                                Though to the outside world they seem all shiny and clever.          The rough patches,the crumbling blocks and fine cracks .             All seem smooth .                        but only from a distance and there is some old sooth.            The roads just travel daily .        As if lying there by habit they have nothing to do.                 Stuck to the habit of running along with each other like a glue  

Strength

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.” —Viktor Frankl.                                      The stong creeper.                                                            The creeper chose to grow on the wall .                     Come rain sun or fall.                                                        On the old Castle wall it stood tall.                                    It blossomed and had a ball.                                    Holding on strong when we thought it was frail.           Here on the wall it had found its holy grail                         ( inspired by seeing a frail creeper grew strong on an old Castle wall in Baden) 

Ganga series

It’s in moments of solitude and reflection that you can actually make sense of the busyness of life and find some patterns in it ( if at all ).                                                    The Ganga                                                                             is it a river or an experience.                                                   A feeling or concrete reality.                                              The river flows daily since ages.                                     Yet leaves thoughts and reflections at all stages .                                                                  To ponder over even when the water has actually flown                                                               And the seeds of a new reality are sown