Friday, October 12, 2012

Unplanned moments

Those moments are always unplanned
Nikon Coolpix P100
Lodhi Garden

 People ask me, whats your idea of a romantic date?

I think...

I think harder...

And I'm still blank. Truth is all the romantic moments I remember were all unplanned. The time a romantic outing was "planned" it never really turned out to be so. Romance, we can't build it, buy it, plan it, grab comes to us, in the most unlikely places, in the most unlikely moment.

It can be a walk, a talk,
a touch, a rush,
a kiss, a bite of swiss,
shared rain, a complaint,
an angry pout, being lost on a route...

can be anything...anywhere...anytime


Saturday, October 6, 2012

Every drop counts

Every drop counts
Canon Powershot S3is
Badrinath Temple

That moment when you want something so badly since so long and you watch someone else getting it right under your nose......

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Lazy winter's afternoon

Lazy winter's afternoon

Life is a compilation of such days
a break from the world's maze
Among the ants, the hoppers, the jays
I sink slowly in this winter afternoon's laze...

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

THE FEET of people walking home

THE FEET of people walking home

THE FEET of people walking home
In gayer sandals go,
The Crocus, till she rises,
The Vassal of the Snow—
The lips at Hallelujah!     
Long years of practice bore,
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, April 8, 2012

What is LOVE all about?

What is LOVE all about?

I have this picture pending for upload since a week. I wanted to write about what Love is really like? But I go blank everytime.

So how about all of you tell me what do you think love is all about? What is love?

Is it something real? or is it a fulfillment of our own insecurities in someone else? Or is it just attachment in time?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Silenced by the one I loved

Silenced by the one I loved

I was a chirpy bird free and happy
You found me and caged me in your love
And then after half a decade you put a knife to my throat,
I was Silenced by the one I loved
And now I lie motinless in the grave you buried me in
Dying slowly, painfully...
Waiting for sweet death to release me

Sunday, March 25, 2012

When I shall leave, follow my footprints and find me

When I shall leave, follow my footprints and find me

Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death.
The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust"

Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.

Emily Dickinson

Friday, February 24, 2012

Every night I visit the grave of your love

Every night I visit the grave of your love
Canon Powershot S3is

How many scars does a person bear to his heart and soul in a lifetime?

Sometimes I think its such a blessing to be vain or amnesic. You live in the present, the past never bothers. One bears no scars from the past.

Its easy to get over a boyfriend but hardest to get over a best friend. Its a scar which never fades. Never heals. It always haunts you.

I'm haunted. Forever.

Friday, February 17, 2012

In solitude, where we are least alone

In solitude, where we are least alone.

It takes time to fall in love with true solitude. And it takes practice. To spend more time with yourself, be out in the world alone and not rush to meet people every weekend. It takes time and practice. But once you get out of that dependency that need for socializing, ah the bliss of all the things in the world await us.

What is true solitude one would wonder. True solitude is when you achieve true awareness, sensing the presence of that which is forever ignored. The shape of my finger tips and toes, the fine lines on my palms, the shape of my footprint, the tiny squirrel family in the tree outside my house and their daily tik tiking sounds, the whiskers of my cat and his claws, the direction of the breeze that hits me, rustle of the trees I live around.

I can go on n on n on.....

Solitude is beautiful

Monday, January 16, 2012

"Kiss my ass" & "Suck on this" come together for one big picture

"Kiss my ass" & "Suck on this" come together for one big picture

We all do it at some point in our life. Who admits to it and who does not is the difference.

Lolz, that little one looks as if he is blowing into his butt hoping he would balloon up and float up up and away

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