Wednesday, June 13, 2007

will i

Misty moon light or shades of day

starlit sky or rain drops are falling on my head

forest all around or water touching the horizon

loud silence or quiet cricket noise.....

walk on the old church road or quiet chat on the old school bench

dance till dawn or run at the crack of it....

belafonte, frank Sinatra blues or Morrison and weder poetry

sudden spur of surprises or mellow change....

shallow affection or deep hatred...

true lies or bitter truths.....

will i ever be able to pick.....

Monday, June 11, 2007

Fluid


one of my first pictures,,,,,d70....have finally dived into the word of shutter speed aperture and exposure....

Faith


Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Mashobra...unfold


Of Rain

Of Faces in the wilderness

Of Bonfires and smoke

Of Six Strings and chords

Of shadows and darkness

Of Conflicting Egos and arguments

Of Peanut Masala and

Of rum and coke

Of Manala and mellow intoxication

Of freaky gyan which erks

Of more rain

Of the wonder car and its elements

Of chilly water and rapids

Of forced appreciation

Of forced clicks

Of longing for more
Of show of the lifetime missed

Of reality that bytes....


that was this trip...


Monday, May 21, 2007

why not

Heard her voice
Drowned in melancholy and seclusion
Thought she would and should be happy after all
Then why ….why not

I long for her happiness …..
I long for her peace…..

hold on

Mosaic of emotions
Scared, blemished, cryptic
Veiled in the little corner of my flickering mind
Want to hold them as long as I can…before they wreck
My artificially sweetened life….
Something inside seems bursting out……….hold on…

Saturday, May 19, 2007

home

home..
wonder where is it......
in the quaint old town ....were my folks live and love
or in this mad house were i run after and from my facets....
amongst old deodars , mango trees and ashokas,.....
or between dust ,cement and rotten grass
150 crazy cacti..park double the size of my nest.
or 150 books ....and my mattress....
do i luv the old Victorian high ceilings with roshan dans ...
or the new space crunched rooms....and balcony
the chai,,,,newspaper and jenny
or slim milk....worldspace and my bai......
with my folks ...who are a generation ,,,,ahead....
or with my loneliness....