Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

Magnanimous and meagre are rocks, Mute but gazing for ages the time passing by. Enjoying the sun and burning surfaces, From drowning in waves to causing the havoc, They support the growth of life and also becomes the face of death for some. Not just seasons but they have seen the journey of civilization, Every single one is real and gives some food for imagination. For an artist they are the muse, shades of life, For a homeless, rocks are the roof above the head, they may also be the source of bread. They grow with their pace, Gazing at the some leaves a mark of solace. No race to fight and win. Each one is unique, but also alike. Nothing but simply obeserving the pace of life.

The quest for the lost pieces of the puzzle, perpetual, as it is the dire need of desert for a drizzle. Amongst all the errands that have conquered the days and nights of human life The life itself has lost its proximity to the small things that marks the identity of life. So engrosssed in meeting, the timetable, the deadlines and expectations Simplicity is left far behind. The walks of pleasure have been replaced by run for life. The family time is narrowed down to setting plans for weeks to come for holidays that we now call escape amd some say retreat. Seems we are lost in wilderness. Every act is like a move of chess. So much perfection to acheive that we abandon the thought that we learn more when we make mistakes. Perfect albums and pictures are our reflection of success. How can we proxy experience for picture perfect situations. When it all comes together, It must leave a smile on lips and teary eye, A moment of pride for living Life.