Sanu's Space

How I long to dance on the smooth shiny floor, With my dancing shoes on, how I long to dance some more! Everyone's feet tapping and dancing to a quick Spanish melody, Soothing to the mind and soul are key. Quick to embrace as we move from partner to partner, Diligently we listen to the teacher and follow her. Wonderful tango orchestras playing a bold tune,  To the extreme peace of mind we once again start getting immune.  Slow as the dusk approaches no time to waste; Dancing well into the hours of night with no haste. Leaves rustling and then wet with rain outside the window, The dancing will continue indoors, steady and slow. Don’t wake me up from this scintillating dream, However beautiful the morning may seem. When o when will we be back on the dance floor? Only to dance some more. - San

Scrambling for food and daily items, hectic early mornings can be, mostly leading to reduced wastage and eating healthy. Gone are the days for a lavish meal,  but simple food and a healthy feel.  Planting seeds and using waste as fertilizers,  we grow organic food and indoor planters.  Parties and friends have turned into a virtual dream,  as we exchange pleasantries over a lit screen Time passing so slowly, accounting for every second ticked by,  looking out of the window we even notice the bee and the fly.  For those who keep busy all day,  it feels much like a normal summer in the month of May.  Kids trapped at home missing the great outdoor,  peeping through the windows with sad eyes for more.  Difficult, trying times come and go by,  with new, cherished memories that will stay until we die.  Hope and patience are the winners of a tough time,  see the good sid...

On a slope of green mountains, towering into the sky,  colorful birds with their soft, sweet chirps fly by.  Lofty steep slopes giving the clouds a push,  hidden in a corner, standing in all serenity, a delicate rose bush. Through it’s thorny bushes a mysterious view, seen,  down the blurry steep valley green.  A misty, verdant, sloping trance like a dream, startled with a soft splash of a polite stream.  Fractured sunlight through branches escape, as all of us have a destiny, to live out our fate.  Lighting up the rose bush and the tree tops, now glittering golden with scattered dew drops. Peace and quiet amidst the thin mountain air, so much nature and elegance around to care. A beautiful rose bud opening up to greet the newly fallen rays, with a few dried leaves and flowers, the wind plays.  Seeing the sun, beautiful, hidden foliage with a smile come out, they have every reason to shine ...

Among far off hill in an isolated town, no ill will or malice to be found.  Where people rely on each other, like sister and brother, and the townsfolk share and care for one another. Amidst strongly scented, wooded, green hills, pristine atmosphere, no need for luxurious frills. Cycling through the picturesque path, onwards into an alcove leading to a hot spring bath.  Bunches of colorful flowers sitting beautifully there, growing naturally as though arranged daintily with care.  Through the hills, gently sliding an articulate waterfall, a marvelous sight and soft sound coursing through the trees standing tall.  Forest pathways zigzagging through the thicket, with shady trees, making the place look cool and dimly lit.  Fog and misty air rendering the foliage moist and shiny, not a sound except the occasional rustling leaf or a passing bee.  Abundance of peace and tranquil air, soothing the mind and ...

Atop a light green blade of grass on a lawn, A shimmering moist dew drop sits in the early dawn. At the far end of this prairie, stands a small auburn hill, Filled with the blossoms of the Bougainville.  From a tall green branch, pinkish red flowers fly, Into the deep white clouded blue sky.  Leaving it’s existence behind.  Enticed and swept away by the wind, hopefully kind. Farewell to the others, on their branches, that cling, While little feathered creatures, chirp and sing.  Taking a leaf or two with it as it moves on, Crossing the mandarin sun, just waiting to be reborn.  Gracefully swaying and floating to the ground with care, Joining the dried out foliage lying crisply on the ground they now share.  Looking up at the new buds on the tree, A joyful new life traded in for an old one that is now free. 

Sun spearing through leaves in a park, covered in one too many bark.  A drop of sunlight gracefully falling on the side of an old fountain of Stone, standing tall and full of pride, but all alone.  Dark grey pools of water and moss, with a white stone edge rounding it right across.  Grey fountain statues wrapped in one another, as though they were once each other’s brother.  Still black water shimmering in the sunlight, this quaint little fountain, almost out of sight.  Into the water were coins tossed carelessly,  with dried floating leaves, nothing we could see.  Sitting on the bench nearby nonchalantly,  enjoying the cool breeze under the shade of the tall oak tree.  Scrumptious picnic baskets, on red checked blankets,  where an occasional little bird comes and sits.  Strips of green grass with red flowers smiling at the sun,  children running about, in the summer, ha...

Tottering in the woods; losing grip in the snow was a lost reindeer. Passing trees reflecting in wide brown eyes; tearing up with fear. Moving quickly, sliding on the slippery ground so wet, So cold she was and yet full of nervous sweat. Speeding, she scissored through the forest,  heart thumping; heading towards the way she knows best.  Leaping and Falling deep into a dark abyss. Down she went only to hear the wind with a soft hiss.  Heartbeat weak with death closing in with its icy hand;  not a sound to be heard in all the land.  Gods whisper, rest in peace reindeer! A calming hand upon her soul, trying to get home, her ultimate goal.  But she fought death tooth and nail, to get to her family of little ones without fail. As the dim rays of the morning sun fell upon her nose, towards the light, her head rose.  On her feet, though in pain, out of the ravine and on its way again.  With ...