I realized, not in time
To serenade you
I mute my sermon
Amuse your senses
A joy, a laugh, a tear
And before you wipe me off
I fall into your bosom
I realized, not in time
To serenade you
I mute my sermon
Amuse your senses
A joy, a laugh, a tear
And before you wipe me off
I fall into your bosom
arjun bagga 
🙂
🙂
I MUTE my sermon. Haha.
Lovely as always.
I thought of John and you.
Arjun, I think lately you are connecting your camera with your country very well.
Well, a few bloggers I look up to are my inspiration! 🙂
nice shot, lovely poem
Glad to hear from you!
Strong Portrait!!(very good against light)!!!
Thank you!
Crazy colours… should have saved this for Mother’s Day. 🙂
True! Ideal that would be.
Mi resi conto, non in tempo
A serenata
Io muto il mio sermone
Divertire i vostri sensi
Una gioia, una risata, una lacrima
E prima di me pulire fuori
Cado nel tuo seno
La traduzione di google lascia a desiderare…ma ho capito il senso…grazie!
molto bella
ciao
.marta
Non mi rendevo conto in tempo
di serenata voi
Ho quieten mio sermone
Intrattenere i vostri sensi
Una gioia, una risata, una lacrima
E prima pulire
me spento
Cado nel tuo seno
For the Life of me I don’t know why, but the barbwire fence just slaps me in the face. It jumped out at me the moment I looked at the image.
A natural reaction, should be expected from us but unlike you, eyes become numb.
But it’s a beautiful image Arjun, with equally beautiful words to accompany it. It’s mere happenstance that the fence is there.
True. It happens to be there but the fence too has it’s significance in this image, I think.
I’m glad you like the post, Richard. Thank you!!
Beautiful…..also the photo and I nominated you for “The Shine On Award, you can find all details at my blog, have a pleasant evening ! Xoxo
Aw, Thank you for considering me for the award. But I had promised myself, I’ll take awards after one year of blogging which I’m looking forward to quite anxiously.
Allow me to skip this time.
Warm Regards
Arjun
Oh that’ is nice to hear and I respect this very much ! I think at the end of this year you might need a view weeks to work on all the Awards you received. Wish you a great Friday and goodbye !
🙂
May I just say… Awww! 🙂
That’s the romantic side of you talking :).
I like this much!
Aw!!
Very romantic side, one I truly miss 🙂
Don’t know why you miss it, since it’s right there. Typed in black on pure white.
That’s the difference between you and me, I hope someday to bridge.
On my hand are mere lines, random
marked when my fist was closed in the womb
After I was born
They said this is my fate
That’s a very interesting detail about you.
Another lovely shot, Arjun! I too love the line I mute my sermon 🙂
Me too.
I find writing short poems really tough. Hard to hide flaws, basically 🙂
This poem I wrote a year back and the sermon line popped in yesterday. Very funny writing is.
Great shot, I reckon that the broom could become an offensive weapon though 🙂
It has. Type Naxalites on Google search and you’ll reckon a civil war closing in.
Interesting times. Still –
😀
Indian Government clears Ikea proposal to open cafeterias as part of it’s store. There soon will be swanky places for music and dance 😀
Ikea? Such foul language, I am shocked..
Fantastic colour, beautiful photograph.
Hey Mark,
I’m glad you like the photograph.
Warm Regards.
Arjun
Vivid. Subtle. Powerful.
Thank you, my friend!!
True Romance indeed… 😀
😀
May I ask though: Why this picture? 🙂
It’s a glimpse, I said. This poem is for her, to the ones who live on the fringes of our society
Tell me bro, in your society you can be considered middle class or rich? I am only curious.
Me? I’m a middle-class son of a very rich father.
Aha. I was the poor daughter of a very dead father. Now I can consider myself middle-class.
Aha. I like that. Naught is a great place to be. You can either finish yourself or walk.
Well… If it were not for the love of my very dedicated mother maybe I would have done nothing. But because I received more love than many others I can give more love than many others, and that has fueled me all my life. There’s no such things as NAUGHT in life as long as we can still breath. There are infinities of possibilities…
You know, people think sometimes “ah, a chocolate, that’s nothing”… I remember the times when for me and my mom a chocolate was the symbol of the pay day. It was something we have shared for a very long time, a chocolate a month. You cannot imagine how much that means for a child…
Touche
A beautiful inspiring poem I see here.
🙂
“One of the Saints in this universe is my mom.
Few people have loved their mother more than I love mine.
This is simple and true.
This is no poem, this is unconditional love”
🙂
🙂 🙂
😉 Have a great day bro, for me now it’s good night.
Yup. I was looking outside my window and thinking the same. See you later. Sleep well.
wow the ending of the poem…
great photo like always, I can look at this photo and think a thousand stories 😉
Aw! Thank you, Doris.
By the way, do share a few good stories, I’m running out of them 😉
Really nice poem Arjun, I got a sense of respect and veneration for the mother figure in society – no matter who she might be. And your photography is always stunning, and brings back good memories of the years I spent travelling in my favourite country – yours!
You’re the inspiration behind this post. I wrote this more than a year back, tweaked it every week, a word, a coma and your recent post was the perfect trigger to get this off my chest. What a relief!
I am honoured.
🙂
Beautiful!
🙂
thru this, you force me to look at and stay at the other side of my own perspective toward a figure i learnt i still condemn, the bright and soft side =)
thank you.
You come up with unusual observations and your writings takes a good time to absorb.
How are you?! 🙂
oh i am sorry, i might not have put it right =)
doing pretty well, thank you, been enjoying reading some random news and realize that i have let my self left behind from whatever is going on out there in the bigger world than mine, too much wordpress i forget about the world =D
i am rambling again…..
Ha Ha! Create your own world. Some room for the outside world, and this and that and things you like.
just about to do it, going away to be quite and try to listen what the ocean and the stars have to say 😉
have a wonderful weekend to you Arjun!
Perfect. I’ll wait to hear what the ocean and stars tell you. Enjoy your weekend! 🙂
You capture the spirit of this woman. Saints are among us– you never know who is one. I once read that is reason to be good to everyone. The poem seems to be one of reverence, expressing the beauty of this woman– an important truth for all of us.
Very well said, Ellen!
Thank you for your insight. Glad you like it!
Arjun-this is a beautiful photograph-serenity personified!
Thank you so much, Meg!
Great Capture! 🙂
She smiles. Broom in hand. Barbed wire behind. It’s subtle. But she smiles.
Yup, That’s max. The other people who smile like that are kings and queens. They never overdo it, royally groomed.
😀
Your comment is poetic and mine a satire. Do both combined make a satirical poem?
Just a thought!
It’s a good thought. I like the idea of a satirical poem.
Great. I definitely see a poem in here. Thank you, Anita 🙂
I like this very much. Picture and poem shows your very self, your loving heart. Two saints smiling at each other.
You are an intriguing person. I’m smitten by your comments. A big thank you. I’m smiling 🙂