Chasing The Light

“Light, the visible reminder of the invisible light.”

T.S. Eliot

Morning Magic

Even in the darkest clouds
There are specks of joy
Out of the darkness
Comes light
Just as day
Always follows night

Karen Hackel

What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going:
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing.

Never in my life I went
So deep into the firmament.

Harold Monro

Quiet Dawn

Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!

Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.

The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling,
and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling,
and gladness without measure.
The heaven’s river has drowned its banks
and the flood of joy is abroad.

Rabindranath Tagore

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

Leonard Cohen

“You have to find what sparks a light in you so that you in your own way can illuminate the world.”

Oprah Winfrey

It’s like the light,
A fashionless delight
It’s like the bee,
A dateless melody.

It’s like the woods,
Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.

It’s like the morning,
Best when it’s done,
The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.
It’s like the light,

Emily Dickinson

As Dawn Greets The Day

“May the sun come, it’s a new day; In the pure land of fantasy; That our darkness enlightened”

Miguel Torga

First Light
Stephen Leake

Away from the house, the star is reluctant
Pushed from its window of sky.
It stalls at the morning’s shelf, letting
Fabled light open history. Again.

Tardily, it drops its gifts
-Modest opulence brimming with season-
Its warmth, a glass spirit held in the hand.

And, as the day is made special with prayer
It will fall. Fall back to its dream. There
It will sing. Unwrapping the day
With its presence.

Blue Morning

“I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas.”

Nikola Tesla

“The light was only just visible – except of course that there was no one to see, no witnesses, not this time, but it was nevertheless a light.”

Douglas Adams

Our Tree on a Winter Morning

Winter has just set in
Like a beautiful tasty sin
Snow has started falling down
To cover the land with whitish crown
She is out to play in snow
Love is ready to flow and grow
Flakes of snow when touch her cheek
Beauty plays hide and seek
Pink flowers pay tribute
Then lover comes in pursuit
At a glance eyes salute
She is innocently cute
Love is pure beauty is white
Light just embraces light

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

That’s how I feel –
like the winter-fringed
breeze might scoop
me up into its wings,


away with me trapped
in its feathered embrace.
I am a snowflake.
A wisp of eiderdown,


from gravity. My body
is light. Ephemeral.
My head is light.
I want to sway


the weight of air,
dizzy with thought.
Light filters through
my closed eyelids.

The sun,

chasing shadows,
tells me I’m not
afloat in dreams.

Ellen Hopkins

“The language of light can only be decoded by the heart.”

Suzy Kassem

Follow the Light

The light dances at the center of my life;
the light strikes the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth…

Rabindranath Tagore

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are

None may teach it – Any
‘Tis the Seal Despair
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air

When it comes, the Landscape listens–
Shadows – hold their breath
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death

Emily Dickinson

Winter's Dawn

“There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…
You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that I hid beneath the doubt for long casting all my feelings away into the darkness and shutting all the doors. Only, somehow, they were traced and found by you…
Now we are there…here…with a quiet moment all alone to share, to surrender to each other and to see the one our eyes longed to behold….embraced by a lovely song on silver wings sent from Heaven shedding golden ribbons in herald of dawn… There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows…”

Oksana Rus

Beyond speech and mind,
Into the river of ever-effulgent Light
My heart dives.
Today thousands of doors, closed for millennia,
Are opened wide.

Sri Chinmoy

Day’s sweetest moments are at dawn;
Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light
Kisses the languid lips of Night,
Ere she can rise and hasten on.
All glowing from his dreamless rest
He holds her closely to his breast,
Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,
Until she dies for love of him.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Winter Sun


“Sunlight, the most precious gold to be found on Earth.”

Roman Payne

A Little About Me

I am a photographer by heart, with love of silence and solitude, poetry, music and walking. I believe every moment is extraordinary when you feel alive. These days you can mostly find me wandering along the edgelands, borderlands and in undiscovered places looking for all the beauty waiting to be captured.

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