Friday, October 31, 2014
Sunsets and sunrises around Brisbane
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
How I wish to disappear
How I wish I could disappear,
Like the sun into an army of marching grey clouds,
Like a river into the sea,
Like pleasure in a whirlpool of sorrow.
How I wish I could disappear,
Forgiven and forgotten,
Unheard, unwanted,
Unchained, unleashed.
On Cancer
I was chatting with a friend, a cancer researcher, when these words popped into my head:
"Dude, it's not what you see,
You'll slash, burn or poison me,
But I shall be back and claim thee."
Friday, October 17, 2014
Spring colours in Brisbane
At the Brisbane Botanical Gardens, Mount Coot-tha |
This reminded me of Jack and the Beanstalk. Fee Fi Fo Fum... |
A spider suspended from its web |
Not all leaves droop to die |
A riot of colour |
Holy fig! |
How many figs can you count? |
Yellow bloom in the sky |
Three hues of purple flowers on the same plant and it's called Yesterday Today Tomorrow. I started singing The Beatles' Yesterday, when I saw this one. |
Huge flowers |
Jacaranda blooms |
Standing tall |
A shy spectator |
The Lizard of Oz |
No blinking liz, this one |
Labels:
australia,
australiana,
botanic gardens,
Brisbane,
Indian in Australia,
Mount Coot-tha,
travel
Monday, October 13, 2014
Australiana #18: Reflection
Pic by Eisha Sarkar at Gan Gan Lookout, New South Wales |
Reflection
In the midst of a forest I stand,
Listening to the bards of the land,
The songbirds, the parrots, the
babblers stir,
The wind in my hair, my sorrows
disappear.
I came to this land a few months ago,
Leaving one I didn't want to let go,
This place gives me warmth and glow,
Reminds me of the one I've always
known.
Joy and happiness it shall bring to me,
For settling here has been 'nice and
easy',
The words people speak are sing-a-song
This is a place where I belong.
In the distance I spot the sand,
The beach, the bar, the curve of the
land,
I fill myself with salted breath,
And off I go, with nothing to dread.
The tide surges along the shore,
I stop to watch the rowers row,
Their sound is music to my
ears,
It touches my soul, moves me to tears.
A drop of rain rests on my brow,
The rowers head home, their boats in
tow,
Grey clouds loom above this beautiful
land,
Motionless, I stare at the patterns in
the sand.
Patterns made of hands and feet,
Of life, love, victory and defeat,
Soon the rain will wash them away,
And there shall be more another day.
- Eisha
Pic by Rachit Mankad at Sunshine Beach, Noosa, Queensland |
Thursday, October 9, 2014
How do you make a wild kangaroo curious?
You kneel down to match the roo's height and stretch your empty palm |
Pluck a blade of grass and place it flat in the middle of your palm, while the kangaroo's watching |
Keep still while the roo sniffs and moves towards you |
Hold your breath as the roo gets close. Watch out for those front paws. They're small but those claws can rip all the veins and nerves in your wrist. |
And finally, when the kangaroo figures it's a hoax, leave him/her alone. |
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