Winter

heady summer days
lead to cold winter nights
and it will soon be time

it will be foggy again
the mist enveloping
love will still be a mystery
fleeting
like the seasons..
doesn't everything come and go?
over and over

I'm trying to find a good copy of Ingmar Bergman's Summer with Monika (1953)...think it's time I saw this one, in the killing heat of Delhi. These stills from the film, have always fascinated me. Maybe its the the youth of the actors....their complete immersion into each other.....

And here are below some random words of me own.....

Summer oh summer!

let me run free in a wide meadow

ill sleep intoxicated in a flower bed

and dream sunny dreams

--

brown eyed boy

i watch you look

into a space

far out

take me there

where i can stay

watching you gaze

--

the music breathes me in

into a state of ecstasy

i reach the edge and flow

in and out over and below

closing my eyes

i enter my fantasy

dancing a dream

--Harman

Life is a Haiku

I've been attempting haiku writing off late...inspired while reading Kerouac's Dharma Bums mostly. Some crude attempts below (all are not technically correct).

Copyright: Harmanpreet Kaur

Happiness-

meditating

under bodhi tree;

writing haiku poetry

the inane brings

sublime joy;

kills mundane

yellow wildflowers

sing in autumn;

riverside blues

Depression -

need that love
in you;
i sink

thanks for the drink
tonite;
i die

i fall into

the abyss;

rising from within

waves of melancholy

rising and falling;

time stands still

feel so gone

at my age;

i need - a drink, a good meal, dessert, deep inane silly conversation, love. besame mucho. s'il vous plait.

Random -

bored

on my workstation;

coffee spills

she fills the blanks

of an excel sheet;

colored boxes

Fading Light

what's better than fading sunlight at dusk

does the heart feel a slight chill

as the sun escapes into the thick of the trees

or do those receding rays leave their last touch

of warmth on your face

with the breeze blowing gently in your hair

and the sun glowing its way about

what's better i ask of you my dear friend

than this time that fades in, and fades out

.....written on an aimless Saturday as I sat in office looking out at the rays of winter light.

[Photo: Moonpeak Cafe, Mcleodganj - I clicked this on our last day there during our trip in 2007]

I drank endless cups of tea

that flowed from pots

and not cups....

tea, tea, tea

ginger, lemon and honey....

is the soulful combination

of divinity

Home 

i have traveled to lands

and made them home

with people

known and unknown

faces and spaces

have taken me in

when i knew not

what home meant

i yearn for that place

where i can be called 

your own, 

if home is where the heart is

let it be shown 

--Harman, 27-04-09

Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards.

Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.

At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.

Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart.

Kahlil Gibran

Through my lens, looking at you

I love the feeling of strangers smiling into my camera. Travel Portraiture fascinates and haunts me. I wish I could capture every face I saw. Every face I see. Some pass by so quickly and stay in my mind forever. Some smile, while others stare through.

I enjoy imagining what it'd be like for that cute American or Spaniard to spot himself in one of my photographs online on sharing websites like flickr.com. Would I fill him/her with the same joy as they filled me with? Not just when my shutter clicked, but endlessly as I look at them now and then. These collection of faces are not just pictures of people frozen in time. They are experiences. A Treasure trove of real people, preserved in photo chemicals. 

That they are strangers, makes them more attractive and mysterious. I dream about their back-stories and write these set of words........for you and for them.

Look at Me

As I look at You

My Lens is your Mirror,

And my Window

To your Soul

Say what you feel

With your Face

And I'll preserve You

Spacial Void

It began from a void

An Emptiness 

Hollow and bare

But a million particles

Burst open

Life, small and big

Yet alone

In a mass of humanity

In our loneliness

We must bear

Exude and Consume

Ourselves

Tiny specks of Air

Random atoms

and Molecules

Zipping across lanscapes

Searching, uniting, breaking

Living and dying

In this spacial void

-- Harman, 03-03-09

--

Ladakh
--

Misty mountains,
Barren crags and blades of grass,
How are you so beautiful?

Winds and snow have carved you,
Made you unique and,
Filled you with mystique
Brown mountains of Ladakh
Love owns you
And peace flows from within you

You’ve been more human
Staying still,
Watching me as I went by you
And left me drunk
Wanting more

Harsh mountains of Ladakh
Your beauty shines through
Trying to survive you

You were music to my eyes
Memories are your stage
Perform for me
The dance of life

---- Harman

[Photo Credit: Harmanpreet Kaur]