Passion fruit

In the hallowed and blessed surrounding,
Climbing, clinging, tendril founding,
Planted in memories of our past, absconding.

Passiflora edulis

The fruit it yield is so fragrant and sweet,
Inhaling the smell, intoxicating treat,
Drinking the juice, at the Passion's meet.

Passion fruit

#picture credit: Ms. Padmavati Pandey

#link for taxonomic detail: 

http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2012/bauer_bail/classification.htm

http://link.springer.com/article/10.2165/01197065-200401030-00005#page-2

Matter of fact

States of matter and our lives..

I thought it was sand,

As I hold in my hand;

But it slipped through my finger gaps,

Liquid it was perhaps !!

And then the journey began,

To the unknown land;

Through the hills, forest, plain,

With the crowd which always sustain !!

Lo, I tried to hold it again,

But the crystals metamorphosed-

Into sparkling glow,

Fire it was, with a shiny flow !!

I saw time passing by

The Cycle Endless

Night pregnant with fancy dreams..

brought up the Days..,

to which we lived as per our own..

collecting trivia all through our Evenings..

till the Day Last !!

And then again,

our children shall rise up to repeat..

all the same..,

the Cycle eternal..

of Our Destinies !!

The night before a new day:

Falling Stars [1] fascinated us..

and Fallen Travelers [2] [3] [4] [5] gave a lonely pang.

Our fancy dreams included Empire [6], Biomorphs [7], Fire [8], Lost Rivers [9], Condors [10]; 

much without the realization that Aliens were embedded in each Cell of ours [11] [12]. 

And it brought forth the Matter and Energy Dark [13] with Dark Killers [14].

Does our existence is of an Antibeing made Antimatter in Anticosmos [15] !!

The New Day:

Dawn brought forth glimmers for the happy days to come, 

much with Rituals [16], Celebrations [17], 'Mela'-meet [18], Spring [19], Colors in the air [20], 

and we said goodbye to our Old Help [21] [22], making a new Techie friend [23].

Evening:

Dusk and Shimmering Lights [24], the Night Fellows [25], the Moon Observers [26], the Mystical Call from the Mountain [27]..

....our Evenings brought us to square one as we tread on to Calamity [28], Disasters [29], Faith Denials [30], Afflictions Remained [31], Risk in desire for ageing control [32]....

Like Vulture [33] are we on a path of Extinction [34] ?

This Stress is causing us sick [35], 

as we have forgotten The Link between culture-health and happiness [36], 

due our Changed Life Styles [37].

The Day last:

Here our Gullible Journey comes to an End [38], 

so that a new day of tomorrow may start with the same repeations...

to which our children shall call a New Day !!

# inserted links in this post are from various 2013 blog-post of the author. 

# picture credit:Photograph by Nita Zeqiri/National Geographic
(A tradition a thousand years old, passed on to generations in today's remote Donje Ljubinje in the Zhupa area in south Kosovo. Today, this tradition is at the verge of extinction, as only a 65-year-old lady continues preparing young brides according to their traditions. The bride's face is painted in many beautiful layers of color. Three golden circles symbolizing the cycles of life are tied to one another by the golden roads that one crosses over their lifetime. The inner red circles are symbols of fertility, where red and blue dots are born from, and the whole face is covered by them, wishing her a healthy and happy family.)
#thankfully shared:the last google doodle for the year 2013.

Behind Clouds, Beyond Horizon

Behind those clouds,
Beyond blue horizon,
Are the paths to be traveled,
To meet our beloved;
Destined much before our birth !!

# thanks to Leann Dawson for kindly allowing her picture to share.

Dreams

Dreams are set high up in skies !
Then they descend way down in our eyes !!
Getting their places deep in our heart !
Becomes our part, never to depart !!

Sky Paint

Morning and evenings do have so much colors in sky,
Enough to paint our days and nights,
If ever it's needed in our gloomy hours of life.

Corvid Call

Cawhaha a corvidie cawll in skawies !
Was all we could hear when it flies !!
Our sleeps are mostly abundant since ages !
Of dried leaves, forgotten past, and aching yellowed pages !!