Am I Alien? Dr. José Luis López

Introspective viewing inside,

who am I losing my mind or who am I going to be able to live?

last night I was blocked into a unsounded cage, surely I couldn't get a scream,

my being was recalled to actively a new evaluation,

I was thinking how to be someone else where the world would have been different, where I could breathe a renewed fresh air,

I looked around me, every year always confirmed the same, we can't apply what we preach, and there's a facade in all we behaved.

Am I Alien? Am I losing my life?

Probably I'm not properly defended from the enemies I can't believe neither opponents who might think the contrary of me,

All I can say or all I want to do is reinstate into a new universe where I could let out this battle of uncertainty this world is capture me on.

Am I Alien? I can't meet my own portrait, because I felt inadequate of who I would have been or should I have moved according to everyone else.

Am I Alien? Or, I have to think, am I not what the world has become because they don't fit my best resources nor my desires.

©® Dr. José Luis López

Puerto Rico

Ripples Of Fall : JATINDER AULAKH

 

These days autumn in full swing and winter at its peak. Sometimes mind taste sadness and loneliness. 

Today was freezing day but dim sunshine breaking the predominance of winter waves as sunlight giving healing spells to day's wounds. 

    On this winter day, I decided to take some photographs of autumn trees, watch the ripples of fall and talk with autumn trees.

    I took my bike and went to spend one day with autumn trees. Although I am not a sage who is under rigorous austerities in the wilderness and can understand language of trees. But if you love the trees and try to talk to them they sense your gesture. Trees can be your friend, you can tell them distinction of inner mind and they never betrayed.

    Whenever! I passed through the roads I often became the friend of trees which are rising on edge of paths. Often I stopped and talked to them I seem that they often give a reflex.

    Four years ago I was traveling  across the solitary area of Himachal. I saw huge banyan tree grown by the roadside, and I stopped to know about him. It seemed that he silently vibrant  toward me. I still remember  that tree, and when I will pass through that way I will stop there again, and revive the friendship, will spend some memorable moments with that tree.

Today, I came out to meet and talk with the despondent trees of autumn.

Fade, dry branches without leafs were experiencing the rude changes of weather. Crisp dry trees presented a vulnerable view of life. They reveal the story of life’s uncertainty.

    They bear all the percussion of weather in remaining peace without conflicts, and always make friendship with every season. Trees can change their nature of existence in the unwanted situations and makes themselves tolerate.

I came to know at today's photography tour that trees always remain in hope. They always enthusiastic that spring will pervail on their  Dry twigs, and they will taste the pleasure of satisfaction of joyful life…….

(Photos by: Jatinder Aulakh)