Category Archives: Language of visuals
Utopian Dream
Utopian Dream

“If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you’ve created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there’s no conflict, there are no stories worth telling or reading!”
Veronica Roth
Together
Together

When we are together
There are no limitations
Together we fill the space
Between the earth & the moon
We can live in our dreams
Both big and small Continue reading
Come with Me and Cross the Line
Come with Me and Cross the Line

Come with me and cross the line,
Let’s go together and you will be mine.
Let me show you the way,
Let me take you far, far away.
I think that I can’t let you go,
Live without you, oh no.
I need you now more than before,
I am what I am, I can’t be more. Continue reading
A Tribute to Neil Armstrong
A Tribute to Neil Armstrong

“Lunar Eclipse 2011″
“In the summer of 1958, the Congress wrote and the President signed the National Space Act establishing the National Aeronautics and Space Administration and I remember the time clearly, 50 years ago this week. I was high above the California desert piloting a B-29 carrier aircraft and launching the X-1E, the latest and most advanced of the fabled X-1 research airplane series.
NASA became an operating agency on October 1st, 1958. I found myself that Wednesday morning going to work at my same job, my same office, doing the same work that I’d been doing the previous day. It was a relatively easy transition. We were already riding on rockets and research aircraft. We already knew how to count backwards: “8, 7, 6, 5…”
We had merely to paint over the “C” in NACA and replace it with an “S” on our airplanes, our trucks and vans, as the other principal components of the new agency, the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, the California Institute of Technology, and the Army’s Redstone Arsenal in Hunstville, Alabama, assumed they were deciding what the minimum amount of painting would be required at their installations and what new responsibilities they would face. Continue reading
Bloom
Bloom

We say our love is budding
A flower not yet in full bloom
Roots still burying deeper
Required to support what looms
Strength from the roots
Flowing thru the stem
Continuing feed the budding
So our love can fully bloom Continue reading
Beetle
Beetle

A small green beetle sat on my open page,
Antennae probing the wind like weather vanes.
His shell was a wet umbrella,
His ticklesome shadow, barely half an eyelash.
The sun lit a spot of fire on his domed back. Continue reading
Right Here Waiting
Right Here Waiting

I know how hard is to wait
Waiting for you my love
When I know you are so near yet so far
So near because I have your heart
But so far coz you don’t know
When you can come here at my side….
But even then, I am still here
Waiting for you to come along
Even I don’t know exactly when
You will be with me
To share the love that is for me… Continue reading
Golden Daffodils
Golden Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. Continue reading
Through Fog and Haze
Through Fog and Haze

The heart is moved
With pleasing gaze
Love cuts its groove
Through fog and haze Continue reading
A Reason to live
A Reason to live

To the lost soul
We try to think, we try to laugh
Never have we imagined being so close
And yet so far, life sure is morose
With streaks of darkness brushing the painting
Of an abstract meaning, with a sense of belonging
Never have we imagined that to have a dream is a utopia
Illusion remains in this world full of the useless; of trivia
We wish to believe
We hope to live
We want to cling to some desperate hope
We stare at the high sky
And gaze at night, with stars so bright
We dream of flying to a faraway place
When nothing here is worth; where love is no more a grace
That’s why we wish for more
We look for the space outdoor
Could it be that outside something better is waiting for us?
Or is it only stupid to delve in other treasures and to blindly trust?
We never know what’s awaiting us; are we going to meet the fairies? Continue reading






