The Candle

This 5'2" tall candle was created by Jamuna Advani during seventies while living in Shillong, India.

The Waterfall.

The Waterfall.
The sound !
Smacking on the rocks
Brilliant glow of the waterfall
rushing down
Like a bride’s gown
Adorned in laces of bubbles
Searching for its soul mate
The rocks hide under
the tangled laces of the veil.
Is it to lure the bride?
The bubbles spring forth in countless number
And burst into air in silence
The intriguing Yosemite Fall
Always engulfs my thoughts in its fold. .
An undisguised ripples of joy burst
through me like those lacy bubbles.

Written by Jamuna Advani on August 10, 2011.

Moment at Golden Gate Bridge

GOLDEN GATE


The proud monument of the Bay
Crowds gather every minute of the day

The view of the blushing golden hue
Under the sky’s shade of blue

The untiring sun’s gaze
Captured in daze

A magnificent symbol
Standing beautiful and bold

Like the statue of Liberty of East Coast
The pride of West Coast

Irresistible charm and beauty
Viewed rapturously in bounty


Always adorned in serenity
Lays the path to eternity.


(Written by Jamuna Advani)

Golden Gate watercolor

My trip to Toronto

I arrived at Toronto on 4rth May and for few days the weather was fine and no rain. Luckily my visit to Ottawa to see Kanak a newly found friend from College of Nursing New Delhi went smooth. She showed the city around and I am grateful to Kanak to spare her precious time to take me around the beautiful city. The most impressive site was the Rideout Canal where people do boating at this time of year and during winter people do ice skating. well the tulip festival was worth seeing. Every year the queen of Denmark sends tulip bulbs to Ottawa, Canada as gift to this country. During WW11 the queen was sheltered here until the was over. By next day it started raining and continues to rain at Toronto. Now it looks like I am vacationing at Seattle. I miss my California weather. But I had a good time with my children and grand kids in-spite of the dull weather. I am glad my daughter Lata is doing fine after her surgery.

Bouquets of Memories

Memorabilia.

The sweet fragrance of love
And friendship left at each
Corner of life’s turning point,
As bunches of love filled reminiscence,
At the lanes passed by
Each is as precious as the other.

Those childhood friends
At the other side of the shore
And adulthood on the other,
Bridged by the adolescence and
teenage of uncertain wilderness,
Captured as unsung sweet memories
Assembled in the basket of nostalgia,
Now tied with the ribbon of days gone by
My eyes cannot withdraw but hold
Those bouquets of tender memories.

TheThree Miracles

The Three Miracles
Trinity of the Universe,
The three Forms of God in Hinduism,
Bramha, Vishnu, Maheshwara
Bramha, the creator
Vishnu, the preserver
Shiva, the Principle of Destruction of all names
And forms, of all entities, merging in the formless,
Then the creator and preserver
Take their turn to take over again
And the cycle goes on.

The Other Three
Which has the third eye
For entry to the deeper insight
Reaching for the soul .
Accompanying it
The two eyes remain for
Physical view around us.

The trilogy theory
Of God, Man and Nature-
Life ‘s embedded
molecules of the Threes,
Swirl
Forever and ever.