un petit poème pour mon beau-père!!

Rouge, orange, bleuté
Nous sommes en toutes les couleurs d’été
On fleurit sous la passion de la nature,
Sur un tronc mort ou à l’air pur

Comme l’arc-en-ciel sous pluie et soleil
Comme une chose de paradis, sans pareil
On vous envoûte avec nos délices bruts
Certains sont mortels, mais ce n’est pas notre but !

le 27th juin, c’était l’anniversaire de mon beau-père…il est passionné de mycologie,et je lui ai fait un collage de photos [que j’ai volé sur internet, bien sur ;)] et je lui ai écrit un petit ‘rhyming’ poème!

My father-in-law’s B’day was on the 27th June…he is very fond of mycology (study of mushrooms and fungi)…so i had made him this collage of colourful mushroom photos (nothing special..images taken from google images) and wrote him this small poem 🙂 i was happy with the poem, it turned out quite nice and rhyming..so i share it here with all of you 🙂

Poetry Wednesday – Swinging on Moon’s wings – Me

Swinging on moon’s wings

Scattered like the rain drenched leaves

Blue like the grey cloud grieves

Huddled like a bunch of wind swept twigs-

I am swinging on moon’s wings

A drop here and a drop there

Like a grieving heart the skies bare

Making puddles and water rings-

While i swing on moon’s wings

The waves sweep the sand under my feet

As i watch the sun beat a golden retreat

And as the day fades to the distant brinks-

I cling to the moon’s wings

Ragged and stony the path by the stream

Meandering down my folkloric dream

Far from the sea the bluebird sings-

Keeps me swinging on moon’s wings

Well here’s one more rain poem 🙂 for Trine’s poetry wednesday hopefully the weather shall change soon for brighter inspirations!
I have rarely attempted rhyming poems, this one just came to my whims, so i just gave it a try.

Please feel free to point out the discrepancies, if any, both grammaticaly n’ conceptualy 🙂

Wish you all a good round of poetry!

Book Tuesday: The Heartless Stone

The Heartless Stone:
A Journey Through the World of Diamonds, Deceit and Desire
by
Tom Zoellner

I havent read the book yet!!
But since yesterday i posted on the Movie ‘Blood Diamond’ i wanted to follow it up with this amazing book which is a non-fiction expose called The Hearless Stone.

From the Jacket

The first book to offer a panoramic and unflinching look at the modern diamond industry, The Heartless Stone is a journey across six continents to uncover the secrets behind one of our most luxurious and costly status symbols.

The book takes you inside illegal mines in Brazil, diamond smuggling rings in Africa, exploration rigs above the Arctic Circle, the sweltering polishing shops of India. You will meet De Beers executives in London, high-tech tunnel drillers in Australia, advertising gurus in Japan, starving soldiers in Angola, chemists in Siberia, dealers in Belgium. They are all part of a vast economy which supports the most sustained, expensive and successful advertising campaign in history.

Diamonds are not particularly rare in nature. Nor do they have any intrinsic value. So how did they become the birdcages for our deepest feelings of romantic love and commitment? The answers will surprise you, as this book takes a probing journey around the globe and into the human heart.

Read an Excerpt

Please visit The Witch’s Page to read up on other book reviews proposed by different cocntributers

Movie Review: Blood Diamond

Blood Diamond is an Academy Award-nominated 2006 film directed and producecd by Edward Zwick. It stars Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Connelly and Djmon Housou. On January 23, 2007, it was nominated for five Academy Awards including Best Actor (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Best Supporting Actor (Djimon Hounsou).

The title refers to blood diamonds, which are diamonds mined in war zones and sold to finance the conflicts.

Its a movie that only skims the surface of many important subjects–but doesnt begin to explain what the civil war is about. But if it opens a few eyes it will have done its job ~ David Ansen (Newsweek)

Set in the Sierra Leone Civil War in 1999, the film shows a country torn apart by the struggle between government soldiers and rebel forces. The film portrays many of the atrocities including rebels cutting off people’s hands to stop them from voting in upcoming elections. The film begins with the capture of ….(more)

Here’s a trailer of the movie, but i think it gives away a little too much into the films important scenes..so if u somebody who would rather keep the thrills untill the end, then save it for the movie and DONT WATCH THIS!

Art Sunday: Painting from grandfather!

I had been wanting to write about this painting since a while and reading my friend AJ’s contribution just felt like including it here as a post for Art sunday hosted by The Witch :

This a a painting by my husband’s late grandfather, Charles Cabalion. Painted in August 1988, watercolour on canvas, its a scenario of couple of houses in a small eastern town called Hindisheim in the region of Alsace , you see here the typical house structure still very prevalent in this vine-region. The traditional habitat of the Alsatian lowland consists of houses constructed with walls in half-timbering and cob and roofing in flat tiles.

Teachers by profession, Charles and his wife, the couple whom i could never meet, took great interest in painting…my parent-in-laws place has many of their beautiful paintings which i shall try to capture on reel the next time i am visiting Alsace!

Poetry Wednesday – Seasonless Rain – Me

Seasonless Rain…

feels like a blue autumn
heavy grey clouds
hang through the days
the sound of rain
resonates through my dreams
the tempest comes
just on time
like a lover
with silent steps
stealing a bride
from the bells and the groom
i watch with wonder
as the butterflies
are carried by its wind
fallen leaves
swirl and sing
and how it makes
the cherries smile, again
reminding me
of the fiery summer
that passion lived
in fragile moments
i dont remember anymore
which season it was
but i set myself adrift
in the seasonless rain

This being a very rainy week here is Paris, i have decided to share this poem with all of you, its a poem written by me and posted here uneditted, as my contribution to Trine’s poetry wednesday, any critical appreciation is very welcome 🙂 Hope you all enjoy this !

mid-summer

night bugs
invade my solitude~
mid-summer

Movie Review: Sophie Scholl: The Final Days.

“Sophie Scholl: The Final Days,” a foreign-language Oscar nominee for 2005, is a heart wrenching tale of bravery! Based on true tragic events, it speaks volumes about the minuscule yet strong voice of anti-nazi resistance , mostly college students forming a tiny group called ‘White Rose’.

Terrific performance and direction make this movie quite memorable for me!

Set in Munich in February 1943, director Marc Rothemund’s drama traces the final days of the anti-Nazi activist Sophie Scholl.

Scholl herself was discovered with her brother Hans distributing leaflets denouncing Hitler’s regime, originating from the White Rose non-violent resistance group, of which they were both members. She was arrested, questioned, tried and beheaded in less than a week.

The movie conveys what it must have been like to be a young, smart, idealistic dissenter in Nazi Germany, where no dissent was tolerated.

Photo Contest: Relaxation

Well well…it has been a fight against the time!

I happened to discover the photo contest hosted by Yannis and Phaedra
through a friends blog…got me running….

So here’s my entry to the topic ‘Relaxation’

Its a photo of a French Journalist called Victor Noir at the famous Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.
(taken almost three years ago, the first time i visited Paris).

There seems to be a little irony in this photo, but believe me its one of my favorites,
i always have this image in my head, when i am doing yoga, and have reached the last phase called ‘savah asana’…it means literaly: the death posture!

and what more can i imagine it but to be relaxing and peaceful…
the acceptance that i lack in my everday life and yet i so try to evoke in a everyday sense…
the struggle continues….

it is when life has become a meditation…in our everyday action, thought, relationship…

wall of rage

The whole house is upside down
Pillows on the floor
And clothes around
the showers running cold
as cold as it can get
upon my exhausted nerves
yet defenseless vibes
vaporise
passing over my heated head
clenched teeth
tightened fists
could break a hundred fortress,
but not the wall of rage