Sun: One Life To Live

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Tuesday, April 14, 2026

When the Sun Dances

A dawn chorus serenades the day to be

With koels, robins, and sparrows' song in glee

Crepuscular rays coyly wake up the sky

With pearl-scented purple clouds smiling shy

Scintillating rays of calmness seek the trees

Wisdom of liquid gold weaving with ease

Ripples of gold and gray linger and dissolve

Ensouls komorebi with rooted resolve

A day's worth of prayers, moments of gifted grace

The sun glides by, leaving Venus' rosy trace

Night in binds, it glissades in waves of greens and reds

With an airy ballon, charm of aurora spreads

Power of grace and calm of depth intertwine,

Life breathes when the sun dances divine.

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Monday, April 13, 2026

Sunflower Shadows

Who knows where the sun is

In the lawns of the sky,

Deep in those distances,

Imperceptible miles away.

Look closer, as the sunflowers steer,

I lie near the roots, sinfully near.

There's a promise of love's warmth,

But the test of longing stands true.

I, the slender Shadows*, notice the miles dissolve,

Even when the mood's bright or blue.

Let there be dream, let it be real,

For the Love that the flowers hold.

I bear witness to the sun's existence,

Let that savory truth be told.

I am the darkness that you will never face,

Left behind, near the nut-scented dust.

What was, is past, never leaving a trace,

Rested to embrace the green earth's crust.

On days when the clouds lurk,

Or the sun has journeyed to the other side,

I will still be there, faint, or along with night,

Letting peace find you, in Life's every stride.

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* "Shadows" is a collective term for the shadows of all the sunflowers. It is used as a persona here, as a singular entity.

Friday, June 6, 2025

나는 너의 해바라기다! : Sunflower

내 존재는 땅의 어둠 속에 뿌리를 두고 있지만,

내 마음은 평생 하늘에서 널 찾아 헤맸다.

네 사랑의 빛이 내 마음의 영원한 인도자이기니까.

우리 영혼의 일부는 항상 서로 얽혀 있었다.

단지 거리가 어떻게 중요할 수 있을까?

이별의 긴 밤도 중요하지 않아.

새로운 새벽이 밝아오면

너의 광선이 나를 비출 테니까.

나는 너의 해바라기다.

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A Loose Translation:

My being is rooted in the darkness of the earth,

But my heart has searched for you in the sky all my life.

For the light of your love is the eternal guide of my heart.

Parts of our souls have always been intertwined.

How can this mere distance be of any consequence?

The long night of separation too doesn't matter.

For when the new dawn dawns,

your rays will shine on me.

For I am your sunflower.

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Wednesday, November 6, 2024

A Love for You

There has been a morning

A morning for You

A morning for me

And an other morning too

For the souls

That see the beauty of night

And dwell in dreamy paths

Elusively in the cosmic sight

Time that hardly matters

Separates the morning of yours and mine

But the universe spares its glances

For momentous destiny penned by divine

There might be a few stretches of land

Or even the moody seas

The distances etched in sand

Blurring the creases with ease

Or the fickle clouds veiling the skies

And capricious whiffs of wafting air,

Sometimes tempestuous

But often with a pensive flair

There still will always be the moment

Where rhythms sync and smiles glide by

Where our mornings converse

And evenings upon wishes reply

There will always be moments

Bestowed from heavens above

Where this Love will always be

A beaming journey of our Love

A Love for You

A Love for me

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Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,

The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.

Sunday, December 31, 2023

525600

Another Year Another Sunset

And a bouquet of varied moments

That stay strewn in my thoughts

And as pages

In my memory laced books

But it was not just another moment

It was like that year

Yet nothing like that year

And I reminisce every 31536000 of it.

Sunday, October 29, 2023

An Evening Promise

Amidst an evening of bliss,

intertwined with thoughts,

as vibrant as the colors

painted across the horizon,

The Sky blushed,

as the Sun kissed goodbye,

with a gift of the stars and the moon,

and the promise of a new day.

Forever.

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A little something:

Written as a reply to a prompt : "Evening".

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Friday, September 8, 2023

Your Story

All she wanted was to love

But how could she

Knowing what it could have done

All she wanted was to console them

But how could she

Knowing that her hug would be shunned

Love is all she was

So she withdrew to corners

Where she would be hard to find

Until You found her

And she sparkled

Like the bejeweled stars

Yes, she melted

But she melted in Love

And she loved like Love never could

She danced

And dazzled and glistened with You

She glimmered and shimmered

And blushed when she knew

That she was destined

Destined With You

That's where your story began

For she was Ice

And You were the sun

Sunday, June 11, 2023

Tales of Nice Times

The evening breeze whispered

Tales of the nice times

When the Sun danced

And the wind chimed

Oceans sparkled

With the glory of a Delicate Warmth

The dazzling stars

Shone and bestowed charms

The moonlit meadows sent wishes

In every fragrance and hue

Upon witnessing feelings anew

Saturday, April 8, 2023

And Us

It's the time between
nearly there and there

It's the time between
a beginning and a perceived-ending*

It's the time between
late Spring and infant Summer

It's the time just between
the moon and the sun

Just like between

Your Smile and Mine

The golden transitions of the cosmos
and Us.

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*Perceived-ending :

It's not the ending, though many might think it to be. When the sun rises up, the moon is still there. We might not see it owing to the glorious sun, but the moon... it's still there.

A little behind the scenes:

This picture is clicked just before dawn. It's the moon waiting for the sun to rise. Even though the moon knows that she might not be visible once the sun climbs up the horizon, still she waits eagerly for that first glance... during the golden transition.

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Saturday, February 11, 2023

Eternal

The yellow sunflowers

In the sprawling fields

Glanced at the glowing horizon

As the sun set beyond the goldfields

The moments of the farewell

They gladly embraced

For they know they have avowed

For their destinies to be interlaced

There might be distances

Either spatial or temporal

But this "us" is forever and eternal

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Chocolate Tone

The sweetness in that tone

Is fascinating

Like the white overhead sun

Inching along the silhouette of the sky

It had the aroma of exuberance

And just enough splendor

To touch the soul

And radiate a smile

You would not know

How that chocolate like tone

Can sparkle a zillion emotions.

Tuesday, February 7, 2023

Of a Rose

The blue morning air

Smiled with a calming flair

Witnessed the dawn arise

Blushed as she breathed the

Fragrance in the skies

There was a sweetness there

That was quite rare

The ray of sun looked at her eyes

And he replied with a smile

For you sweetheart I chose

The sweet scent of a rose

Thursday, March 17, 2022

Moments of Dew

The balm of the silvery night
As the zephyr wafted it right
Ambled through my window
With the mountain view
To welcome the ambrosial dew

It lingered with a slight smile
And waited for quite a while
Dancing through the gentle breeze
The dew arrived
Gliding through the velvet crease

Perfumed the dew
With a slight embrace
The dew beamed
With a sweet grace
It bade the dew goodbye
As the golden rays
Shined upon the dew
Through the sunkissed sky

Monday, July 19, 2021

I see Love.

Is it you, where my heart belongs

Or was it just imagination prolonged

Thoughts of you stir my core

Like northern lights in the sky azure.

I breath the air, I feel your scent

The enigma is but magnificent.

I have no other clue,

If that was all, or it indeed is true.

I see Love, I remember you!

The sun reminds me of your smile anew.

Without a reason,

You cannot be just a figment of my imagination!

Sunday, August 30, 2020

The Mesmerizing Sunset

For here the sun might be setting
But the promise of a new day
Must also be fulfilled
The other side waited eagerly
As the sun was making the transition
From a mesmerizing sunset here
To a glorious morning somewhere else.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Blue Sky, white fleeces of clouds
Greeny trees and the breezy shroud
Turqoise Sea and the golden sand
Mystical colors of nature reverend!

Monday, September 12, 2016

That's amore!

There was a strange vibe which was beyond any explanation. The million colours that the darkness exuded worked as an insignia for the magnetic effect. Whatever it was, it was very different, yet it seemed so familiar. The moon seemed pristine. It was as if the sun was murmuring the tale of eternal divinity to the moon. It was difficult to apprehend that entrancement. It was electric. It was sheer magic. Like sunshine.

The night sky was gleaming with a million lights; lights from far away stars, stars who rarely seemed concerned. The stars always had a strange presence, altruistic albeit a self-indulgent presence. But the sun was different. Always. Explaining “different” is difficult, may be impossible even, but feeling it was not. “Different” is innate, fundamental. That explains the pre-primeval-ness of sun. Its immaculateness. Maybe even its enigma. But, the moon too seemed to have imbibed the outlandishness. The moon had always been eccentric, but the degree seemed to be several notches higher at the moment; so much so that, the frivolous moon appeared impeccable. Of all the mysteries that the night showcases, it was riveting enough.

Why is it that the most divergent of phenomena seem to be the most congruent of all? Why is it that the frivolous moon seems adorable at the exact same time when the sun emanates the quintessence of ardour? The simple things are perhaps always meant to be the most complicated. Perhaps that is what preserves the essence of being. A little perplexity is perhaps essential for the comprehension of existence, however paradoxical it may seem. But is it not enough that there are already a zillion mystique in the universe! May be explaining that vibe seems like a great oxymoron and most certainly it might be. Defining such an impasse is therefore mythical. The only thing that can be said at this juncture is that it was magic being enamoured by the greatest of enigma. That’s amore!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Magnum Opus

Nothing could have been more real, still it sounded like an illusion. I knew I was there but I could not feel my existence. Everything seemed so ephemeral yet so enduring; it became difficult to classify which really was and which really was not. It was no less than a sonata. It was eternal bliss.

The place spelled mesmerizing bounty for nature’s quintessence. It had those vivid hues of a rainbow albeit in pastel shades. It was all so different, still so united. The sound of water splashing against the rocks was pristine melody. The breeze’s elegance was spellbinding. Had it not been for the breeze touching my skin, I, perhaps, would have forgotten the mortal truth of my existence. There was a tinge of sun’s orange hue which claimed the grandiose arrival of the dawn. As moments kept passing, the imperialism of sun’s ascent augmented the serenity of the vista. That was just not a scenic sunrise; it was a symphony, a symphony of nature, a symphony of life.

The chirping of birds with the rhythmic unveiling of the horizon was innate. The glistening rays upon the foamy waters were worth a zillion diamonds. The fragrance of the water hauled the warmth of the infant rays along with the mizzle of the earthy trance. That was a trance so ethereal and so plausible. That was a trance too hard to escape. There was a melodious humdrum that the nature was humming on to my ears. I did not quite understand it and I had no intentions of doing that either. I just wanted to be in that moment as much as I can; to feel and experience everything that was transpiring. How beautiful and mystic can nature be? That was ephemeral and eternal and the ether spelled every word of its existence. The duality existing in such a symbiosis is perhaps the most conflicting of marvels.

Anything this mystical can never cease to surprise. I wondered if it is remotely possible to hold time and freeze this moment, forever. But, if that would have been possible, even vaguely, that would have meant the doom of the opus and the bliss. The sun paved paths brighter as it progressed ahead on its journey through the cerulean sky. Fleecy clouds formed and deformed as if indicating the moods of the zenith with each passing moment. There was so much of every activity, it was becoming a bit arduous to encompass every minutiae. With so much going-on, what amused me was the rhythm at which each was ensuing and the melody of the transitions. With the ascent of descend, the sun regained its magical hue. It spelled a promise of the potentials of the next day as it started descending onto the lap of the horizon. The tinkling of the small stones, as the bystanders of this daily phenomenon, seemed to ratify the assertion. All aspects were so in harmony!

It was time to call it a day as everybody tended to return to their respective abodes with some attaining their natural states of tranquility; but how to break the allure of the elixir of the symphony of the vista and the harmony with which it exist and coexist. The bountiful favors of the nature was spreading its wings onto the twilight and merging itself with the purpleness. It was nothingness pronouncing the eternity of nature’s quintessence. It was elation amalgamating with pristinity. It was Life!

Monday, August 27, 2012

Life is.....

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This is the 25th post of this page. I started writing this article on January 24,2012 11:53:55:AM. But, I just wrote a few lines and left the article midway. Destiny had it's play and this article became my 25th post. This piece of writing is very close to my heart and that's why I prefer posting it in my handwriting.Soon, I will update the typed version.

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