JDA's Creative Moments

Memorabilia

2012-01-21T20:38:00.000-08:00

Memorabilia.

The sweet fragrance of love
and friendship left at each
corner of life’s turning point,
as bunches of love filled reminiscence,
at the lanes passed by,
each is as precious as the other.

Those childhood friends
at one side of the shore
and adulthood on the other,
bridged by the adolescence and
teenage of uncertain wilderness,
captured as unsung sweet memories,
assembled in the basket of nostalgia,
now tied with the ribbon of days gone by.

My eyes cannot withdraw but hold
those bouquets of tender moments.

(published in Trivalley Writers Club Anthology, January 2012)

Cradle

2012-01-11T20:46:00.000-08:00

CRADLE
Wings of the luminous light
Flapping,
The angelic features,
and elusive
Piercing trough the cloud’s crevices
Rushes toward the muffled sound of heart beat
With an alluring smile of a mother
Arms stretched, reaches
to swaddle
and cuddle like that of
the new born baby
to be placed
On the soft cradle of a life
Forthcoming.
Let the unknown future wait
But for now longing only for
The hands tenderly rocking the
“The eternal cradle of peace and love.”
Of the New Year

The most memorable Thanksgiving

2011-12-31T11:26:00.000-08:00

THE MOST MEMORABLE THANKSGING LUNCH AND DINNER Nov 24, 2011.
Written by Jamuna Advani
I am alone for the last few days as my daughter Shobha, and her husband, Lall are vacationing in India. My grandkids have arrived from Southern California one day before Thanksgiving. The oldest of the three Dev came with Leon, one of the twins who studies in UC San Diego. Lucas, the other twin arrives late from UCLA as he has to give a ride to one of his friends. I have made chicken curry and rice for them and they enjoy having home food for a change. Next day isThanksgiving day and since the parents are not around we plan to celebrate with Thanksgiving lunch.
My friend, Pangila and her son ,Rupinder also join us for lunch. Lucas ,after getting all the stuff needed for the lunch such as roasted chicken and turkey , mashed potato, ready made gravy from Safeway takes over the kitchen preparing for the occasion.. I took out chicken curry and rice which I had kept for use later on. I cut some green salad mixed with orange and cut apple pieces. Afterward I decorate the table laying table mats with matching napkins along with plates and spoons. I am quite satisfied as everything is ready for the special meal.
My friendl Pangila says her prayer of thanks for all the bounty and prays for safe return of Shobha and Lall .who are away from home. Armanda, Lucas’s friend from Tracy also joins us. I feel so grateful for all the things going on. It is a perfect Thanksgiving lunch. After lunch all my grand kids disappear with their friends. I am happy that my friend is staying with me till tomorrow.
In the evening is the thanksgiving dinner at Senior and Community Center in Alcosta Blvd. My friend and I feel that it will be fun to be with all the seniors. We arrive at 4.45 pm but the front door of Senior Center is still closed and a note on the door say directing us to go to the North side door where there is a kitchen entrance. Then I see Nick Vitalis inside coming toward the door and inserts his key to to open the door, at the same time signaling us to wait. The door opens and we are welcome with snacks and drink near a warm burning fire place. But before that we have to check in with the lady with the lists. We sit near the fire and the warmth of it is so soothing after coming from the chilling wind outside. Neither my friend Pangila nor I take any snack or drink as we want to do justice to the dinner.
After about 15 minutes we are ushered inside the dining hall and I am so overwhelmed to see the beautifully decorated tables. At the corner is one table specially decorated with Turkey feathers.
We pick our table and join the line for dinner. As our turn comes we are served individually by the volunteers. The Buffet Menu:
Beautiful garden salad
Cranberry/Orange Spiced Jello Mold
Oven Roast Turkey
Glazed Holiday Ham
Candied Yam Bake
Classic Green Bean Casserole
Mashed Potato with Gravy
Country Style Dressing
Cranberry Sauce
Apple Sauce Rolls and Butter, Beverages
Holiday Pie Selections
The dinner is over. Nick Vitalis along with his wife Colleen Vitalis and his colleague Terry entertain us with classic music taking us down the memory lane Only one couple has the courage to get up and dance till the end. Everyone enjoys and claps. It is now 7 pm and we return home humming the nostalgic tune of the songs we just have been entertained with.

The Heart of a soldier

2011-09-10T20:38:00.000-07:00

The dress rehearsal of the heart of a soldier was shown to the invitees of the veteran's family and relatives. The reception and the rehearsal was at the War Memorial Opera House. We had a chance to go as my friend MaryLou works as volunteer at the Veterans. the last scene of the attack of Twin Towers was very heart touching.The story of Rick who led a number of people to safety and he continued to save others while the building collapses and thousands more including Rick were buried under the debris. It is a must see opera.

The Candle

2011-09-08T16:54:00.000-07:00

The Candle

2011-09-08T16:46:00.000-07:00

This 5'2" tall candle was created by Jamuna Advani during seventies while living in Shillong, India.

The Waterfall.

2011-08-22T18:31:00.000-07:00

The Waterfall.
The sound !
Smacking on the rocks
Brilliant glow of the waterfall
rushing down
Like a bride’s gown
Adorned in laces of bubbles
Searching for its soul mate
The rocks hide under
the tangled laces of the veil.
Is it to lure the bride?
The bubbles spring forth in countless number
And burst into air in silence
The intriguing Yosemite Fall
Always engulfs my thoughts in its fold. .
An undisguised ripples of joy burst
through me like those lacy bubbles.

Written by Jamuna Advani on August 10, 2011.

Moment at Golden Gate Bridge

2011-08-05T22:34:00.000-07:00

GOLDEN GATE

The proud monument of the Bay
Crowds gather every minute of the day

The view of the blushing golden hue
Under the sky’s shade of blue

The untiring sun’s gaze
Captured in daze

A magnificent symbol
Standing beautiful and bold

Like the statue of Liberty of East Coast
The pride of West Coast

Irresistible charm and beauty
Viewed rapturously in bounty

Always adorned in serenity
Lays the path to eternity.

(Written by Jamuna Advani)

Golden Gate watercolor

2011-08-05T22:26:00.000-07:00

My trip to Toronto

2011-05-17T08:41:00.000-07:00

I arrived at Toronto on 4rth May and for few days the weather was fine and no rain. Luckily my visit to Ottawa to see Kanak a newly found friend from College of Nursing New Delhi went smooth. She showed the city around and I am grateful to Kanak to spare her precious time to take me around the beautiful city. The most impressive site was the Rideout Canal where people do boating at this time of year and during winter people do ice skating. well the tulip festival was worth seeing. Every year the queen of Denmark sends tulip bulbs to Ottawa, Canada as gift to this country. During WW11 the queen was sheltered here until the was over. By next day it started raining and continues to rain at Toronto. Now it looks like I am vacationing at Seattle. I miss my California weather. But I had a good time with my children and grand kids in-spite of the dull weather. I am glad my daughter Lata is doing fine after her surgery.

Bouquets of Memories

2011-03-16T21:08:00.000-07:00

Memorabilia.

The sweet fragrance of love
And friendship left at each
Corner of life’s turning point,
As bunches of love filled reminiscence,
At the lanes passed by
Each is as precious as the other.

Those childhood friends
At the other side of the shore
And adulthood on the other,
Bridged by the adolescence and
teenage of uncertain wilderness,
Captured as unsung sweet memories
Assembled in the basket of nostalgia,
Now tied with the ribbon of days gone by
My eyes cannot withdraw but hold
Those bouquets of tender memories.

TheThree Miracles

2011-03-11T16:24:00.000-08:00

The Three Miracles
Trinity of the Universe,
The three Forms of God in Hinduism,
Bramha, Vishnu, Maheshwara
Bramha, the creator
Vishnu, the preserver
Shiva, the Principle of Destruction of all names
And forms, of all entities, merging in the formless,
Then the creator and preserver
Take their turn to take over again
And the cycle goes on.

The Other Three
Which has the third eye
For entry to the deeper insight
Reaching for the soul .
Accompanying it
The two eyes remain for
Physical view around us.

The trilogy theory
Of God, Man and Nature-
Life ‘s embedded
molecules of the Threes,
Swirl
Forever and ever.

Inner Speech

2011-02-18T15:58:00.000-08:00

Inner speech:
The mind with its restless wings
Flaps like a butterfly
In search of its own nectar
And the brink of satisfaction,
Never settles at one spot.
Wistful thoughts
Threaded into a string of hope
Lands at the pole like a flag
Sometimes fluttering gently in the breeze
Then flapping vigorously in the whirlwind
And it will never be still.

My book "Land of the Dancing Deer"

2011-01-29T16:53:00.000-08:00

I am so glad that that I have finally been able to publish my book of poetry. The title is dedicated to a particular deer known as Sangai which is found in the North Eastern state of Manipur in India. Since it has been facing extinction,the local people and government have been trying to protect it. Its habitat is at "Keibul Lamjau National Park," the only floating national park in the world located in the Southern part of " The Loktak lake," the second largest lake in India.
The book is now available at www.lulu.com.

Starting over

2011-01-10T21:09:00.000-08:00

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Writer's Block

2010-11-16T19:35:00.000-08:00

Writer’s Block. (W
The sun dips its fingers in the western horizon
Paints a hue of purple glaze in the sky
Like on a canvas.
How I wish I could capture
This moment
In my blank page.

As the sun vanishes
A dark cloud in the form of curtains rolls over
And blocks my vision.

The first curtain in glittering bold letter:
“Writing? Who is going to read your
dumb poems?”
My half scribbled papers, crumpled
Fly into my thrash bin.
The next curtain unveiled
again in bold letters
“You’re a bore”

Hope of writing collapses again
My pen slips from my grip
Rolls down on the floor,
My gaze in perplexed mood.
I see only my inner critique
Sneering at me with illusive taunts

While ideas in the form of words flutter again
I promptly grab my pen
To fill my blank pages
And say good bye to
Monster critique.

I promise myself not to stumble
into its frozen crevices of traps.
Gentle nudges and consistent efforts
Are now my vital nutrients
To help me hold my pen again steadily.

Let those curtains with dumb bold letters
Hang in someone else’s closet.

The Dancing Deer

2010-08-21T17:23:00.000-07:00

The Dancing Deer

To the natives of Manipur
known as Sangai
Marked as an endangered
Sub species of Eldi’s deer.
Habitat of the only floating
National Park in the world.
“Keibul Lamjao National Park”

My anxious search for you
Led me to this park one October dawn,
the sun was still behind the hills
at the Eastern horizon,
Autumn leaves fluttered, while the birds
flew in search of food.
You were ever illusive
as your nickname.

Oh dear deer Sangai
once declared extinct, but you defied,
now protected by the local people
and the government,
You are the proud habitat of this wetland,
you can now
dance in glory on that wet marshy land
I shall watch someday your rhythm of dance
to confirm your existence
The Dancing Deer of Manipur.

2010-07-22T10:03:00.000-07:00

Shillong 1974

2010-07-22T09:51:00.000-07:00

The Mysterious Snake.
Shillong, India, 1974
“Look, mummy, there are two snakes. Usually we see only one.” My daughter Lata pointed out. We all were surprised as our eyes fell on it
“Yeah, it is a real snake, while the other one is fake one encircling the neck of Lord Shiva.” I said in a subdued tone.
I called my mother inside. She was still with my other kid outside. They came in and I pointed my finger toward the unexpected snake encircling Lord shiva's neck as the other fake one. My mother was puzzled and could not believe her eyes.
“This is a very rare thing happening!” she responded.
That was the time we settled in Shillong where our house was being built. My mother was visiting us from Imphal after my father passed away. We drove to this temple of Shiva at north side of this hill town. Shillong, a beautiful place and is considered a visitor’s paradise. About 5000 ft above sea level covered with beautiful pine trees is is an enchanting hill resort and was once the capital of Assam during British regime. But when India became independent and Meghalaya became a separate state, Shillong became the capital of Meghalaya whereas Assam had to build a new capital at Dispur.
It was on one Sunday in the month of August, that we decided to go to the temple. I drove my car, while my mother and the three kids accompanied me. It was a trip every one enjoyed. My husband Rup was away most of the time as his works were mostly at remote areas of neighboring states.
This Shiva temple was built by the side of a stream running through the rock of different sizes. The girls loved to go to the water which was just knee deep and some places just up to the ankle. These pictures of 1974 brought me the old memories flashing back the time my kids were young and playful. I let them have fun playing in the water for sometime and when they had enough of it we entered the temple for prayer.
There we offered flowers and fruits. Lord Shiva’s statue is always decorated with a snake encircling his neck, usually protruding at the right side of the Lord Shiva’s head. It was always that way we saw whenever we visited the temple.
That day, seeing one more snake similar to the other side of Lord Shiva’s head was something unusual. We were dumb founded. We couldn’t believe what we saw. Well, it turned out to be a real snake. We quickly did our prayer and came away considering it was a blessing to us. But we were also a bit hesitant to stay longer.
These photographs were taken in 1974. My oldest daughter Lata is the one sitting down and while my second daughter Shobha seen standing. Below is the picture of me in 1974.

What I love

2010-06-18T10:15:00.000-07:00

I love reading fiction and nonfiction books and poems.
I love writing poems.Now when I think of writing something my mind goes straight to a poem.
I love walking on the trail by the side of our creek and the hill side nearby.
It gives me immense pleasure watching the birds. I meet a bird on my daily walk perching on the side fence. This one does not fly away when I pass by while others rush away in to the bush or fly to the branches of the nearby trees. I know it is a road runner. This one has become my friend and as I have never seen it running away like others.

I love watching the different the trees, different colors and shapes of all the leaves.

I love watching the slow rise of morning sun and the golden yellow hue of the setting sun.
I love getting emails from friends and relatives.
I love people who can talk a lot as I can think while they are talking.

Beauty

2010-06-01T12:42:00.000-07:00

BEAUTY

When I was 13 I met my cousin sister Ibechaubi for the first time. At age 14 she was the epitome of beauty for me. She had long lustrous hair, slim and slender figure. Her skin was flawless; fair complexion complimented with sparkling black eyes. She was a living example of beauty with a smile which could capture anyone’s heart.
One day in 1948, it was late morning the weather in Imphal being always pleasant grandmother took us to a relative’s house for a lunch celebration. We had to walk as there was no transportation those days. Ibechaubi stayed the night before at our house so that we could go together for the lunch.
We walked on the road along with grandmother from Keishampat to Sagolband passing through Wahengbam Leikai. We were stopped many a time on the way by the passersby to ask my grandmother whose daughter she was, pointing at my cousin.
I felt like a discarded rag doll walking beside her. No one asked about me. I was skinny with bad skin. I was also mesmerized by her beauty, but I was proud of myself. I went to school which was very rare those days. I wanted to have a future career not just get married and settle down.
I should say my cousin Ibechaubi was created by the Almighty with meticulous care with His own hand. When she got married her mother-in-law was very proud of her daughter-in-law’s beauty and openly admired her. It was a rare relationship of a mother- in-law with her daughter-in-law. An unexpected turn took her away from this earthly abode during her second child birth. Her mother-in-law was in such a shock at her death, it took a year for her to recover.
When I look at my life and compare with my cousin’s who never went to school, I was the fortunate one even though I did not have her beauty. I had gone to school and graduated, developed many other skills with my studies. Her beauty had gone buried with her death. I still wonder what is so special about physical beauty.

The final days of my mother

2010-05-03T18:33:00.000-07:00

My Mother’s Last Days. ( By Jamuna Devi Advani)

She lies on her bed
Weakness with old age
The long lustrous black hair
Now in silver grey in braid
Her face so gentle, and calm.
Three springs passed
I am back to see her.
“Mom”, I call her,
she opens her eyes
I see a glimpse of happiness
then drops of tear on her cheeks
she knows about Rup, my husband,
whose funeral service only a week ago.
I feel the pain in my heart
To see her so weak and helpless.
I sit next to her holding her hand
we both are silent
only two hearts murmuring to each other.
Eight days passed
slight improvement in between
tonight, the ninth day my brother informs me
Maiba (a priest for the final journey of life}
has been called;
I rush toward her bed,
I see her eyes closed
breathing heavily.
Mom please do not go away leaving me so soon
I sit close to her, her head on my lap
my hand stroking her hair gently
She seems to be so much at peace.
And she has gone home to Eternity
this day the 4th March,1997.
Both my dearest, closest ones
Have left me forever,
I return to America with silent tears.

My mother's last days

2010-05-02T18:03:00.000-07:00

The Dancing Peacock

2010-04-23T21:39:00.000-07:00

The Pecock

2010-04-23T21:32:00.000-07:00

The peacock in
its shade of blue
heart shaped dots
multitudes of color,
its delicate feathers
spread wide open
in colorful art,
dances in the field
in rapturous mood.
The tireless peacock
eager to please its mate
dances in never ending display
For the precious moment
to be captured
in magnificent blue.

My water color paintings

2010-03-11T21:11:00.000-08:00

The Butterfly

2010-02-27T21:49:00.000-08:00

Blue Moon Night

2010-02-27T21:02:00.000-08:00

Peeping through the window,
Resting my chin on the cool window sill
I drink the calm silvery moon light;
In the solitude of the night
Intoxicated and sleepless,
I surrender myself
To the gentle breeze
Whispering my love’s message
In my ear I cannot hear
But my heart can feel;
No other sound except my heartbeat,
And the lonely cricket;
I would rather stay awake,
While the moonlight shines gently
Till the full moon departs
As the twilight approaches
Bidding me farewell
Leaving me enchanted,
And intoxicated with its
Seductively calm silvery light.

Life is Poem

2010-02-09T22:40:00.000-08:00

Life is a Poem

Every moment is an alphabet
Every day is a word
Every week is group of words,
While the words become a phrase,
The weeks become a month.
A volume of words springs out
Of my heart with a
Seed of love to be planted
On the distraught souls
Where beautiful flowers
Yet unique shall bloom
In the form of a poem
On my blank page.

Baby blanket

2009-12-14T20:54:00.000-08:00

The baby blanket handed over to Roshy by her mom.

2009-12-14T20:50:00.000-08:00

2009-12-14T20:28:00.000-08:00

Roshy’s Baby Shower:
Hotel Peninsula
Beverly Hills.
November 28th, 2009

Shobha, my daughter and I were invited to the Baby Shower of Roshy. She is the wife of my son-in-law Lall’s younger brother Gull. The valet at Hotel Peninsula took the car key from us and we were ushered inside by the hotel staff.
The room at the Peninsula Hotel reserved for the occasion was at the far end, The Magnolia Room. Gull, the father in waiting who is Rhoshy’s husband took over the escort and led us to the outside back door and then we were led to The Magnolia Room.
The decor of the room was not less than for a wedding. I can only say it was just overwhelming. There were four round tables and each could accommodate ten guests but ours was eleven. So altogether it was about forty one guests. The tables covered with the beautiful table cloths proudly displayed bouquets of flower in pink and white roses mixed with white hydrangeas. Each plate contained napkin folded artistically with an inserted rose. One couldn’t help but just admired the grandeur and the subtlety of the arrangement.
We were led to our assigned table where Gull’s side of relatives was supposed to be. I chose to sit next to Koshy, Gull’s mother. She in her wheel chair occupied the place of one chair. It was a proud moment for her to be with her youngest son and daughter-in-law who were welcoming their first baby.
There were few games like guessing the number of pretzels, candies, and cotton balls in the respective jars. Also there was the guessing game for the baby products like baby food and plastic soothing nipple. I could hardly tell anything since the baby days are long gone.
Another game was matching the names of the movie stars with the names of their children. Also there was a scavenger hunt for twenty items and whichever table had the maximum number of items was to get the prize.

The menu included

Mini Caviar Cake
Strawberries and Cream
Assorted tea Sandwiches
Egg Salad with Watercress on Marble bread
Charred Vegetable on Wheat Bread with Pesto Spread
Smoked Salmon with Cucumber
Preserved Lemon Chicken Salad with Marcona Almonds and Tarragon

Traditional Plain and Currant Scones served with Devonshire Cream and Fruit Preserves
Petite pastries.

Selection of Tropical Tisane, Belvedere Blend and Chai Tea.

Then Ms Manejeh Ghahremani, Roshy’s mom gave a speech which was straight from her heart. There was a packet in her hand which she slowly opened it to reveal a beautiful soft baby blanket trimmed with lace.
“It is the same blanket in which my little baby was wrapped when I brought her to USA about three decades ago. We were not allowed to bring anything with us when we left our country I hope this blanket is used to wrap her daughter who is also going to be my first granddaughter” She continued to say.
It was such a heartwarming speech and everyone clapped with words of appreciation.
Then she handed over the soft blanket to her daughter, Roshy who stood next to her. Both hugged each other and that embrace revealed the inseparable human bond of mother-daughter relationship.
Everyone clapped louder.
Then the unwrapping of gifts followed. After all the gifts were unwrapped and showed to the guests, everyone was ready to leave, one by one after saying goodbye to Roshy and her mom. It was a day to be remembered always.

Bangkok:Don't ask what's in the menu

2009-11-15T19:08:00.000-08:00

Bangkok: Don’t ask what’s in the menu.

The year 1986 was an important one. My husband Rup handed me a packet which was a surprise birth day gift for me. It contained two air tickets, one in my name and another, my son Jibesh’s name. Two Air India tickets to Bangkok and from there we had to take flight to other countries like Malaysia, Singapore, Hongkong. Jibesh just finished his high school from St Paul’s School, a boarding school in Darjeeling. He was waiting for his admission at one of the colleges. So we were quite excited to join the tour group starting from Kolkata. About seventeen of us were there in the group. We became very close to one brother and sister in the tour. They were also from same place and belonged to an affluent business community.
The Air India flight took us to Bangkok within two hours. When we reached the Bangkok airport and got our luggage it was already 5 PM. The bus waited for us outside the terminal and we got in while our suitcases were pushed into the luggage compartment. At last the excitement of travelling and the thrill of seeing new places were coming true. The crowded Bangkok city was no different from Kalkota or any other city of India. The bus was going at a snail’s speed because of the heavy traffic. Finally we reached our hotel, a four star hotel. We waited for our keys to our rooms.
After we got in the rooms and freshened up we had our dinner at one of the restaurants in the hotel.
Our guide announced. “ Please everyone be here and I have an announcement for tomorrow. “ We all gathered ourselves near him in the lounge and stood in a circle.
“There is some change in our tour for tomorrow. We will be going for the city tour and then to cultural show, and so please everyone be here by eight a.m. tomorrow morning. The bus will be here in front of the hotel.”
Few of the members murmured something and others stopped to talk to the guide. But we turned toward out room and the brother and sister followed us as their room was next to ours.
Next morning, when we came down two couples already were in the lounge. Our guide entered the lounge after he had his cup of tea and breakfast. Then all the members of the tour party assembled as expected.
Someone saw the tour bus coming and we all got up to get inside the bus. The local guide was Thai national and he spoke in English well. He explained about the city’s important landmarks. We were taken to the ancient temples some of which still lingers in my memory.
The Wat Phra Kaew or the Temple of Emerald Buddha was a primary and most important temple in Thailand. The architectural design with its subtle and intricate structure was unique and led me to feel spiritual experience. It was a perfect place for meditation and prayer.
Another temple was Wat Chai Monkoi built in 1357 by king UThong was the impressively large statue of reclining Buddha. This was also the most impressive site which I remember till now vividly.
We were taken then to Phramongkhon Bophit where the largest bronze Buddha was there.
After several temples tour, we finally reached the place where the cultural shows were to be performed. That was the most memorable experience. The Thai girls in their colorful dresses performed dances along with the most rhythmic, soothing, subtle music. I had the privilege of taking picture with two of the Thai dancers.
Then we were back to our hotel and rested a while before we came down to have our dinner.
Next day we headed to Pattaya beach, a very popular spot for visitors because of its scenic beauty, night clubs and seafood delicacies. This murky sea of Pattaya is a popular site for water sports. After we had visited some of the temples there we arrived at the site where the exotic sea food was served in buffet style. My stomach growled with hunger. We all stood in line waiting for our turn to pick up our share of food.Everything looked so tempting. I love every kind of sea food. I picked up each item and they tasted excellent. I could not decide which was best. One dish was exceptionally delicious and I took a second serving. The gentleman sitting next to me was also enjoying the food.
“Everything is so good” he said.
“Oh, yes, everything is so tasty, and I like the best in the second row next to the pomfret.” I responded.
“Oh, that is octopus, I like the shrimps best”. He said.
And now I could imagine what I was eating. I was enjoying octopus all along. Once I knew it was Octopus, I had such an uneasy feeling as if octopus were swimming in my stomach with their tentacles spread out for their prey. I could not eat anything else that day.

After Bangkok, our tour included Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia, Singapore, Hong Kong. We enjoyed our tour and returned after 7days. But the thrill of Bangkok will always be associated with the memory of Octopus crawling inside my stomach.

Water color painting: Humming bird.

2009-11-05T20:08:00.000-08:00

Jamuna's poems

2009-10-30T22:42:00.000-07:00

THE SONG

I hear the murmuring of a song
far away somewhere,
It brings back an ancient heartache,
The melody now flows through
my bones and veins
stirring a tremor in my heart,
then slowly,slowly blurs into anonymity.

WHEN I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR

The mirror I look in
the reflections I see
Climbing trees with joy,
Flying kites beneath blue sky
Against wind high,
While crimson rays of sunshine
fell on the hill and pines
the memory as sweet as nectar
lives in my heart forever.
Once adolescence left behind
the responsibilities of adulthood came by,
drowning in love and hurt
mixed with joy and pain,
now children left for their independence
it is time to reflect on my life.
Looking at the mirror
reflections I see now
my secret self exposed,
I am now the one which was within me.

Dublin Creek -photo taken by JA

2009-10-27T14:05:00.000-07:00

A lone bird looking for fish at Dublin Creek.