Thursday, April 2, 2009
Posted by Jil Jil Ramamani at 8:16 AM
We all view life from behind our very own coloured perspectives. What we look at is the same thing, but we interpret it in different hues.
This will be my last post on this blog. I have started a Flickr account. Hope your support and encouragement ensues there too. :).
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sometimes the greatest expression of acceptance,
and the greatest declaration of kinsmanship,
is nothing more than a hug.
I confess. I do have a thing for earrings and I do have a penchant for red things. When I got this dangler that is both, I simply had to. Kindly bear with my obsession.
Red as the breast of a robin
red as the petals of a rose
red as a beet-red lip
my fiery red earring glows.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The motor scooter was parked in a small stone paved alley off the bustling market street of Udaipur. The melancholy clutter and the Bajaj parked against the wall contrasted with the colourful tourist-y roads that you passed into once you crossed under the arch.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A confusion of spirals dominated an entire square off the exit gate of the Udaipur palace. For the life of me, I can't figure out what they are. Candle stands maybe?
And the spirals like a conspiring universe,
Like swallowing serpents - tail in mouth
Rested their heads in a clutter
In the confused alleys of my mind.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Before entering into the Brahma Kumari park at Mt Abu, our eyes came to a standstill on the golden heads bobbing from behind the enticing steam that lifted off their perfect, seductive bodies. We were compelled to stop and indulge our salivating selves before moving on.
In the sauna, hot & sweaty
On the racks with family
We dip our toes in some warm water
Heads engulfed in a mist sultry
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
One an early January winter's morning in Delhi, I ventured into the balcony of a friend's house to find this pigeon nesting in one of the pots, lending warmth to her eggs.
A tiny miracle lies
Beating close to my heart
For it I wait, a patient wait
- for the tiny miracle to start