Evening

Rivers and drains have become silent,
The birds are back to their nest,
The Sun is playing hide and seek,
Reflection of which can be seen in water

Evening is supine,
The red shade of memories have gone dark,
The sound of blowing Conch from the temples could be heard,
The flame of lamps have turned golden

The hoofs of returning cows create clouds of dust,
Everything adds to the vibrant vivid golden red shade of the sky,
The retreat of last rays of twilight announce the coming of night

The longing in the heart goes strong,
With the loud melodious horn of peacock,
Thoughts wander in the heart of the beloved,
For the passion and pain the Evening holds. Jyotsna “Nivedita”

I am

‪I am .. ‬

I am, what I am ?

I am , what I am…
‪I am , Who I am ? ‬

‪I am ,Who I am …‬
‪I am , I want to be ? ‬

I am , I want to be ..‬
‪I am, I will be ?‬

‪I am ,I will be ..

I am , the way I am ..” Nivedita”

Accept me , as I am .. “Nivedita”

Rangilo Rajasthan-2 

Wandering back in memory lane I remember visiting the desert farms  with Dadu, to feed grains to  the peacocks and see them dance with full colour on. 


 


In the summer vacations , it was a custom to visit Rajasthan with dadu and we were so fond of sleeping under the nacked sky 🌌 on the roof . In the morning we used to get up by the sounds of chirping of birds and screaming of Peacocks. 


They used to shed their feathers and we used to collect them to take along .  

This was a very usual scene around , Peacoks were seen dancing and screaming  in the groups , today they are afraid of us . 

They are invisible ,because Human being have become their enemies .

People are killing them for their meat and beautiful feathers, instead of collecting them when they shed . 

This time I was lucky to have a glance of few of them .


Those have just become memories now as we don’t get to see either of them, Dadu, farms and peacocks. “Nivedita “

Rangilo Rajasthan 

On the festival of Colours “Holi ” bringing the colours of life from the colourful State Rajasthan .. 



The Land of colours, happiness fathoms in the nature.
Music, colours and culture is the essence of the Rural land. Whenever I get a chance to visit I feel not to return back, the chirping of birds and whooshing of wind in the bright Sunlight makes one feel like capturing every minute in your eyes.






Dharti Dhoran Ri .. Land of Sand dunes 


Moochon Walo e Nawab ..:)


Padharo sa Mhare Des🙏 “Nivedita”

Welcome to our Land 🙏”Nivedita”