The Setting Sun

Someday we will all learn to live together in peace and harmony

Sixty Hours

Sixty Hours

Smoke, blasts, billowing clouds Billowing curtains from carved windows The railway station now also has it's widows. The city, in a daze, unable to grasp Daily life has stopped; now suddenly Mumbai, in a stupor tries to awake from This nightmare without an end. One dawn, many down. Second dawn, many down Third dawn, day has come What will this city become? Sixty hours of tears, fears and passion Sixty hours of waiting, hoping for compassion The rat-tat-tat carries on, carries on The loved ones have go on to become Victims, heroes, or statistics When the day is finally, Finally and irrevoccably done. Cry, city, cry Shed your lonely tears on the beach Sixty hours, and your loved ones Are far beyond your reach. In this dying we are all one In tragedy we are all one. Now our day is finally, with sad finality, done. Copyright: Rani Turton 26, 27, 28 November 2008 Dedicated in hommage to the victims and those who who gave their lives to protect the city.

Tears: Mumbai

Tears: Mumbai

Third day running So many people down Never going to go home Never going to go home. Tears in this crowded town Silence broken by gunshots Tears in this crowded town Lives laying themselves down. At the end of it all Nothing much to tell God must be wondering why We seem to revel in Hell. Copyright: Rani Turton 26th November 2008

This Point In Time

This Point In Time

Then come to me with the breeze ruffling your hair The setting sun in your eyes The same blue as the sea and the skies Then the whisper of your presence will tell me You are not far Strange thoughts will come to mind That the sea is smooth tonight That the harbour is full of light That the cafés overlook the piers That the rain will fall softly on already wet cheeks And gentle waves slurp into the creeks That waiting here is a fallacy That I should be somewhere else at this point in time That I should be somewhere else at this point in time. copyright: Rani Turton

Chrissy's Cat

CAT AT THE BOTTOM OF A GARDEN....AND VOILA A WORK OF ART!














"I started to paint again after many years of not doing anything. I wanted a nice flower and couldn't find a good image for my cards so I painted one. Then I started to paint fairies and elves for myself. This one was from photograph taken by Andy, I love this Kitty. She isn't ours but she appears at the bottom of our garden for all the world like a little fairy. She is very petite and pretty. I have kept this painting for myself. I mounted it nicely and put it in the kitchen, I always said it made it a little like a french cafe, she has the french "something" indefinable ... and I love France and the people. If anyone is reading from the bar a few streets down from the Sacre Coeur with the collie dog that hates motor cycles, hello from me again ":-D

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Chrissy was kind enough to transmit this fabulous painting of this lovely cat (worked in water-colours and gouache) an allow me to use it in this blog. Going through Chrissy's blog is an eye-opener. Luckily for us, she loves France so who knows? she might visit! In the meantime go through her work, it is really lovely.

Copyright: Painting of the cat: Chrissy Stone

By the permission of Chrissy

The Depth of Longing

The Depth of Longing

On this steep slope that leads to a far-off frontier

There is nothing, not even a guide.

Intention, detention and retention

Freedom lies in blue skies

Where lies my destiny?

A thread unravlled here and there

And a restless, weary spirit travelling

Never resting, never unravelling

The skeins of that silken yarn

To match the depths of the longing

The longing of the single solitary star

Skimming is cosmic spaces, brilliant and bold

The long-lost memory of belonging

For a single instant to somebody somewhere sometime

In an epoch that vaunts the lack of belonging

To the depths of this longing.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Chez Betty

We stopped for a quick sandwich chez Betty during a visit at Provins. The cadre was lovely, the street outside, the walk almost anywhere around the marvellous buildings in this medevial town called Provins. The street is, as befits a medevial town, fittingly cobbled. Betty kindly agreed to let me take this photograph of her and her universe.

(With the permission of Betty).


Aux Delices de Betty

45 Rue du Val

77160 Provins.