The backpack things….

Spring definitely is one of the best seasons to smell and embrace sunshine.In winter Sun is in its self pitying long dark mood a lot and that dilutes its charm and in summer its rage overshadows  its beautiful soft embraces.

Rage and depression do that….

Reminds me of one of George Carlin quote- “Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things”

Autumn has its own charm and is equally lovely to soak up some sun. In a way both spring and Autumn are twins, one celebrates new life and the other celebrates death, which again means time to paint new canvas.

Nature in its own predictable way teaches unpredictability in every thing around. like a fresh water spring or  stream amidst huge rocks or a shoot which finds its way to smile all through a cement crack. telling us again and again if you want it you will  find a way to do it….

In a few days from now it will be sweat and dust everywhere. people hiding under their sun glasses and umbrellas. Constantly looking for cold water to quench the thirst and some just refuse to go out …not appealing at all.

and in these hot humid days all I can think of is to get my back pack and ditch the city for the calmer colder lovely hills. confide in some lovely stream or hill and let my mind and body soak up the beauty that is nature.

I have to try to escape the ‘web of maya’ I have created for myself once in a while and when i do, laptop will have to stay at home with the rest of her pals. Mobile is lucky it gets to travel with me..i have to, one never knows….

A typical Spring or Autumn backpack would have few clothes (  till I learn to make something out of leaves and barks) a camera ( to capture few moments of bliss), mosquito repellent lotion( those blood suckers are huge in some places), Knife, candle, matchbox, biscuits, water among few other things which are absolutely must haves.

it has been a while and the woods have been calling me……soon very soon…

VIZAG

Spring, Autumn,winter and summer

all the seasons to make a perfect weather cycle

one goes another comes, for better or for worse

every season brings in new air

full of new stories and poems

i love and i sing in some

and sigh and crib in others

Spring and Autumn,short visits

showing  the world in HD for a short while

and then vanish like houdini

summer,an overstaying self invited bore

making me sweat with it glaring stare.

hiding in the cooler parts of my home

i secretly make plans and get satisfaction

being able to hide at least somethings from the sun

Summer melts my thoughts away

winter freezes them

Rain would have been nice

if it drizzled just the amount i liked

I have to blame some things

for the drought in my creative spring sometimes.

even though I know it too well

when you close your senses and soul

to the world around

nothing can inspire you

not even the

brightest of the flowers

or the sweetest of  chirps.