Love-ly life of a pool table....

Midst the lovely Nilgiris, By a young flowing stream...
An idyllic rainy evening, With a cup of tea
Looking through an open rustic wooden window, On a vintage orange wall I see..

Two souls have met, Like two youthful rivers,
gushing over the colorful smooth pebbles,
Forming unrestrained cascades, In the beaming valley of new love..

Snooker balls spread all over,
Being moved with a hurried purpose
Here's to another photo op for the new bride and groom leaning over!

Ever amidst newly weds,
Ever amidst the romance and promise of new love,
Largely ignored, never seen fame, Not even a good game..
Lies a majestic pool table....
I see its life - Restrained to a small room,
Largely ignored, never seen fame, Not even a good game..
Behind the vintage orange wall and the withered wooden window pane..
Sipping my tea all by myself, on an idyllic rainy evening, I can't help but think..
Ain't its life still so beautiful? :)

If there is a God..

Contributing to ones faith is also a service to mankind.

When the tides are rough and the waves have torn the raft apart it is just hope which keeps the spirit alive.

What else fuels hope more than faith? When you have no option but to ride the tide, be thankful for those who help you keep the faith.. Yes, places of worship are bandaids to a bleeding soul..