Monday, September 5, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
On wings of Sleep
On wings of sleep
I dreamt I flew
Across the valley drenched in dew
Over the roof tops
Into the forest
Swooping low
Where the Sambhur belled
And the peacocks flew
And the dawn broke
Rose-pink behind the mountains
And the river ran silver and gold
As I glided over the trees
Drifting with the dawn breeze
Across the river
Over fields of corn
And the world awoke
To a new day, a new dawn
Time to fly home
As the sun rose, red and angry
Ready to singe my wings
I returned to my sleeping form
Creaking bed and dusty window pane
To dream of flying with the wind again.
---Ruskin Bond
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Seeing is Believing
Seeing is Believing from The Polar Express composed by Alan Silvestri. Great Sound!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
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