learnings

Why do people compare? When an apple is not an orange An orange is not a mango... Why do people compare? When a rose is not a lily When lily is not a lotus? Why do people compare? When cheese is not cream When cream is not butter.. Why do people compare? Is it because man is never satisfied.. Is he in the quest for perfection For the greener grass For Utopia?? Parents compare Teachers compare Siblings compare Spouses compare Too many choices. too little time to love Is it so hard to love. To treasure and cherish What or whom you love??

How I love my Sunday morns.. The crisp newspapers await me languidly The golden brown toast invites me Melting hot Assam tea beckons me The TV drones.. The bed slumbers on.. My laptop clinks My cell sings.. The whole world lies there mesmerizing But I lie still Allowing the moments to pass This is my day.... My time..

The dusty roads led me to enchantment I stood bewildered and captivated For I was transported to another era.. An era of courtesans, kings and warriors! I felt trapped within my soul Which longed to unleash the dancer in me. As I gazed with amazement At the magic of sculpture in front of my eyes! Mesmerized I let my fingers roam on the carvings Feeling the sweat of the sculptor Pour onto the filigree, trellis and detail! She gazed into the mirror, he fought valiantly She carried the babe, she played the drums He stood stoic still... So many stories wrought upon soap-stone Which gleamed and glinted in the rain-washed splendor!! This is dedicated to my recent visit to the Belur ( http://www.karnataka.com/tourism/belur ) and Halebid ( http://www.karnataka.com/tourism/halebidu ) temples built by the Hoysalas.. It took about 103 years to build the temples.