Photographs

My photographs are my memories
Black, white, or colored.

They are path to my future
And mirror of my past.

Life is a journey
Moving from post to post.

I choose to mark my way
With footprints wherever I go.

Smiles, laughter and happiness
Occasions all captured at once.

My mark is felt, in each frame that
I touch These are my cherished memories

My photographs are my collection.
My memories are my footprints,

On the sandy beaches of time
A flush of light turns grains to gold.

The treasure chest of my life
These memories move with me,
No matter where I go.

A Farewell Poem

Many days later,
Many years later,
When you are somewhere,
And so am I..

As you flip through,
These precious pages,
Filled with heart-felt words,
You shall notice...

The sun still rises,
So does it set,
Giving an orange hue,
To the blue pavillion..

Some things in life,
Shall never change,
Some memories of life,
Shall never be erased...

Vividly shall they,
Linger in our minds,
Many days later,
Many years later...

Can I say I am happy ?

Time has flown unnoticed.
Dreams remain mostly unfulfilled.
I thought I could do anything.
But I couldn't do a thing really!

Yes, I was honest.
Very very honest.
Honest to everybody.
Myself. Kin's. Friends.
Everybody.
But responses?
I'm afraid, never, never satisfactory.

But I have learnt.
I have learnt a lot.

I have been good.
Played all roles correctly.
Happy or not, I have learnt.

I have learnt a lot.

What else do I want?

Didn't Krishna tell Arjuna :
Purpose of life is knowledge.
And the highest knowledge
Is the knowledge of the Supreme.
I have learnt this through my life.

What else shall I want!
Can I say I am happy?