The Quiet World

The Quiet World                              by Jeffrey McDaniel In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. …

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End of 2016 Photography

All the photographs were taken in Mussoorie by my brother Ashutosh at different times. ..."And O the spring- the spring I lead the life of a king! Couch'd in the teeming grass, I spy each pretty lass"... John Keats

Mussoorie 2016 Photography

Few pictures from my recent visit to Mussoorie. Let me end with this poem by Angela Morgan. "God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star?... God, when you chiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem?" ... …

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Beauty – Khalil Gibran

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? ... is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty …

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Touched by an Angel – Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …

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I know why the caged bird sings

".... I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,     When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,— When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee,     But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, But a plea, that …

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