Musings http://arthi.org/muse from thoughts to words... Mon, 25 Apr 2011 16:13:32 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 Brain http://arthi.org/muse/?p=107 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=107#comments Mon, 25 Apr 2011 15:46:49 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=107 Was brain implant in humans God’s way of preventing too many escalations? :)

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=107 1 Afternoon walk to work http://arthi.org/muse/?p=104 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=104#comments Mon, 25 Apr 2011 15:37:58 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=104 A little fella, just a tad bit taller than a broken fence peeps with a smile ready to infect the world – holding a plastic bag in his hand and displaying it to the world in all glory. It was his ‘catch’, his find for the day – he probably ventured out and discovered this little bag with a world of wonder in store. The unadulterated joy in discovery and the the compelling need to share it with the world despite the fact no one’s really looking – that’s contagious!
And yes, the smile and the voice did make a few heads turn and participate in his joy of discovery.

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=104 1 Archives http://arthi.org/muse/?p=110 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=110#comments Sun, 24 Apr 2011 16:07:42 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=110 Blue fissures on frozen slabs of white
Gushing waters locked in time
Bright blue skies and floating streams of clouds
Are frames I see from the stratosphere

Brown needles piercing the landscapes
Look like raindrops frozen in time -from a painting.
A flowing stream of water in a terrain of brown…
Sharp geometries with cracking icebergs, tree trunks and fence lines.

We fly over patches of brown and white
A stunning landscape with two tones
An inspiration for a new painting?
Or is it one?

During a flight from minneapolis to connecticut
2008/2007

—–

Waiting for the Spring Sun
And probably cramped inside
The frozen can’t wait to stretch out
And chase the dream of destination.

The land is ready to wake up
From the slumber
Where time stood still…
Where silence engulfed the land…

And ready to awaken to the colors
And shrug off the while blanket
And the white blossoms on the branches
And sing the song of Spring!

-March 13,07

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=110 0 Can http://arthi.org/muse/?p=100 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=100#comments Tue, 22 Feb 2011 18:40:11 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=100 Can is a tricky word. It holds a promise of infinite possibility but doesn’t necessarily guarantee certainty.

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=100 1 Arrivals and Departures http://arthi.org/muse/?p=85 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=85#comments Tue, 22 Feb 2011 17:27:14 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=85 Arrival of sorow,departure of joy
Arrival of a tear, departure of all smiles
Arrival of fear and vacuum with departure of hope
Arrival of darkness, departure of beliefs
Arrival of forgetting, departure of memories
Arrival of past with departure of a presence
Arrival of haze, departure of truth
Arrival of acceptance with departure of anticipation against hope!

-Oct24, 2010

Note: when you interchange arrivals and departures, it’s a happy version

Inspired by http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/10/10/13/

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=85 0 On God… http://arthi.org/muse/?p=78 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=78#comments Tue, 25 Jan 2011 18:44:36 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=78 Could the construct ‘God’ be a rational mind’s invention – an attribute invented to associate to, when comprehension fails, a fabrication when all search for answers failed?

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=78 1 On greed… http://arthi.org/muse/?p=71 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=71#comments Wed, 14 Jul 2010 08:06:28 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=71 I pity the starving rich that beg or cheat to satisfy their gluttony for greed.

-arthi

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=71 0 Time-fogged http://arthi.org/muse/?p=69 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=69#comments Wed, 16 Jun 2010 09:38:22 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=69 A spray, a sprinkle, a stain,
The glass is all fogged up.
The times that were…
The time that is…
As the Time that shows through it.

With Time, grows the stain stronger
And the memories fainter.
And the times that Time bore witness to
Eludes the inevitable erase-
A memory forgotten in Time…
A memory strained by Time…
A memory stained by Time…

-june 15,2010

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=69 0 Ode to the mouse that made the blower his home http://arthi.org/muse/?p=61 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=61#comments Fri, 01 Jan 2010 02:30:33 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=61 Funeral rites of the mouse: 170$

Getting him out of there: priceless!

Ode to the mouse that made the blower his home.

Today, I mourn the death of the little mouse that nested in my car engine. I never knew of his existence, or about his family until days after his death. I don’t know when he moved in, but he didn’t get to move out… I don’t even know when he died. Maybe he was frozen in there for a while. But the thaw let me know of the presence of his absence with the strong scent in the waft of air from the heating vents. I still doubted that he could sneak in there and wondered why? The poor thing had to find a shade, a shelter from the cold. Unfortunately, the shelter turned to be his death bed. Maybe the few days he lived in, he was warm and sheltered from the elements. Maybe he caught up on all that missed sleep. But alas, he never did wake up.

May his soul rest in peace!

And may there be warmth in his afterlife. Amen.

02/10/09

]]> http://arthi.org/muse/?feed=rss2&p=61 0 The butterfly http://arthi.org/muse/?p=48 http://arthi.org/muse/?p=48#comments Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:34:27 +0000 arthiorg http://arthi.org/muse/?p=48 There she lies in all her splendor…
The color hasn’t faded, although the lifeline has.
In deep slumber she lay there
Letting go of her self to the wind

The wind brushes against the delicate petals on her back
And tries to carry her body
That is tired to even move a wing…

The wind blows harder
Desperate to help her lift her wing
So she could flutter as she used to
But she lay there in deep slumber
Maybe she was flying around in her dreams…may be

Ignorant of the wind’s effort
She lay there right next to the wheels of my car
Beautiful as always
For once posing for a photograph

The ever evading momentary glimpses
Lay there in all stillness
To be captured by the lenses

She lay there unaware
Unaware that I was taking a picture
Unaware of the world’s existence
Maybe even unaware of her own non-existence
Lost in the dreams of death’s deep slumber… (Dreaming in the deep slumber of death…)

-10/22/2007

(Inspired by: http://arthi.org/photo_blog/index.php?showimage=3)

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