Christina Georgina Rossetti’s poem, An Echo From Willowood, is the poem of the day today in Poemhunter.com. I was pleasantly surprised when I noticed that its words seemed to mirror so perfectly the feelings hidden in a photograph I clicked a day or two ago. Quite a strange coincidence indeed!
Now scroll down and take a look at both the poem and the pic.
“Oh Ye, All Ye That Walk in Willowwood”
“…Two gaz’d into a pool, he gaz’d and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think…”
Recently, a foolish pigeon king borrowed the human concept of territorial integrity and tried to implement it among his fellow pigeons. But before turning it into a law, a discussion with the Elders was necessary.
The meeting soon turned into a violent fight and Police had to be called.
One of the first people to lose their lives was Jo Cox.
The matter is on hold at present. Let’s see what the future brings…
A family model: Me, Mine, Ours…
Photos: Jasbir Chatterjee
Thank God, Spring 2016 is on time in Delhi. That too, as per the usual pattern, soft, soothing, balmy, slightly windy at times, and of course, flowery, with clear, blue skies. Not like the preceding season of winter, which was quite whimsical and absent-minded this time, thanks to the global warming.
Wherever you are in Delhi, you will find love, beauty, and a riot of colors everywhere. The mating birds, new nests coming up, the evergreen bougainvillea, and the short-lived Semal are all part and parcel of this lovely, miraculous season.
The magenta-colored wild flowers with little threads, I still don’t know their name, can be seen in full bloom all over the pavements and road dividers these days. They were there in summer too, but their number seems to have increased. I remember quite clearly that 2 years ago many of these places were bare and dusty and often one would find drug addicts and beggars sprawled here in a very filthy condition. I like to think that it is because of Kejriwal and AAP. In some respects at least, they seem to be working quietly and determinedly…
Anway, friends, I guess it’s better to stay away from the gutter of politics and look at the world around us with the eyes of an artist; Let’s enjoy the season of spring as Tagore would have, had he been still alive; eat, pray, dance, sing, fall in love, or whatever that catches our wild fancies…Spring 2016 is not going to be here for too long…
Take a look at these pics that I clicked on Valentine’s Day eve till 16 Feb.16.