hints, allegations and things left unsaid...
Ostrich Mantra
Tell me, why should I twitch
at worldly matters on hand
When I can be an Ostrich
with head buried in sand
On a totally unrelated note, I couldn’t help posting this picture:
The pollens of this flower form a structure that looks like a flustered old man who has been rudely awakened from his afternoon siesta.
I vaguely remember good doc advising me to avoid contact sports for a month. I think the good doc – knowing well that I don’t (yet) play rugby - was subtly telling me to avoid Brigade road (and Forum) on Sundays.
On a totally totally totally unrelated note, I came across an Iraqi proverb that I found amusing yet profound:
“When a lion shows you its teeth, don’t assume that it is smiling”
at worldly matters on hand
When I can be an Ostrich
with head buried in sand
On a totally unrelated note, I couldn’t help posting this picture:
The pollens of this flower form a structure that looks like a flustered old man who has been rudely awakened from his afternoon siesta.
I vaguely remember good doc advising me to avoid contact sports for a month. I think the good doc – knowing well that I don’t (yet) play rugby - was subtly telling me to avoid Brigade road (and Forum) on Sundays.
On a totally totally totally unrelated note, I came across an Iraqi proverb that I found amusing yet profound:
“When a lion shows you its teeth, don’t assume that it is smiling”
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By Sunrayz, at 17.3.05
Oops! I pressed the publish button before I finished the post! Just dropping by to say hello. I have been trying to post for awhile now but having problems. Regarding the poem-
Why be an Ostrich in the sand?
Why miss the glorious colours?
Why miss the day grand?
Why miss the blooming flowers?
Phew! Thought I could'nt come up with that one!
Have a great weekend!
By Sunrayz, at 17.3.05
Hope your newly-repaired self did not suffer terribly at the hands of the crowds...
Inkspill
By , at 18.3.05
:-)
At sunset of your grand day,
this sand assumes its golnden glory
This is where the seeds stay,
before flowers begin their story
and so Sunrayz, I'll pursue my sand for a bit :-)
Hi Smyta, here is my take on life in context of the Ostrich Mantra...
What is life I still don't know,
I think I'm on a small errand
So till it is my time to go
In sand my time I will expend
Hi Inkspill, I came out without getting squashed though next time I am heeding to good docs' advise - once trampled twice shy.
By Deepak, at 20.3.05
Is that a petunia? Love those anecdotes. ROTFLMAO at the Iraqi quote :-)
By G Shrivastava, at 22.3.05
Hi Geetanjali, Not sure what flower it is :-(
By Deepak, at 27.3.05
Thanks Smyta!
By Deepak, at 27.3.05
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