new pictures

selected two interesting images..they were clicked in the evening while clouds hung everywhere ready to burst in to torrential rains....threatening the blossoms on the apricot trees...clouds did burst and it is raining since in torrents,without letup...what happened to the blossoms...did they withstand the terror of rains...or..did they perish as every beautiful thing has to perish.....to make way for more beauty..

seeking light

the shrine door to light
meditation mat
wonder tree

it was a holiday...and natural to move out even with clouds ready to pour.a trip to the shrine in the montanes always invigorates...the saint had moved up from the planes in to the montanes seeking the truth...spreading light all around..people continue to flock to this place..seeking peace and divine help...shrine has been here for more than 200 years now..

beauty around

lofty montanes..majestic trees...mysterious clouds.and ofcourse human greed in the form of tree stumps...

on the road

some more of the road..

rains rains......

it has been raining through the whole week..all surrounding montane peaks have recieved fresh snow..icy winds erupt from these montanes ..but for the rains we had begun seeing flowers sprouting all over.whites yellows reds ..all colors..on the bush ,in the shrub and over the trees,flowers every where.rains bring with it landslides road closures and endless wait on the way..while waiting for the road to open ,what do u do? come out of ur car and move around walking in the slush and mud,looking around and a whole new world opens up in front of u..the birds u have never seen earlier the trees u have never noticed as separate entities,as individuals, u start establishing a contact,and suddenly feel u belong here...u r home..

visitors

shehjar is a lovely word .shade of a chinar tree,the kind protective hand of a dad or anchal of a mom.....but the comments r already deleted,,,but the blog is really good,,liked the poems...they seem to come from heart..rare these days.

some more of rajouri

hills are enchanting any season.with every passing second they change their looks..every little nook and every small crevice between rocks tells a story..every rock murmurs a song...and i go on listenung to this orchestra of rocky silences.

rajouri scenic sunset

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoems gazal

hum ne boi thi aas kheton main

pakne wali hai yaas kheton main

ghis raha hai badan ka pairahan

ug rahi hai kapas kheton main

fasl pakti hai aag lagti hai

log hain badhawas kheton main

jadh diye bargobar pedon ne

kon tha belibas kheton main

khoobsurat ajib tayir tha

dekhna aaspas kheton main

chhod ker jab kisan jate hain

ug hi aati hai ghas kheton main

kis ki dhun main gaya wo kheti se

ghoomta hai udas kheton main

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoems

arz kia hai

aas main kate bees baras aur yaas main kate bees baras

kuchh na poochho hum ne kaise kate hain chalees baras

jis ne hum ko ishq sikhaya jis se samjhe saare gur

us ki umr thi sola satra apni thi ikees baras

aate jate her mosam main us ka jadoo qaim hai

bees baras se dekh raha hoon lagti hai unnees baras