Without You

Jagjit Singh sings softly "Mujhme jo kuch accha hein, sab uska hein."

Sometimes I am just a morning without my sun.

Other times, I am a tiny bird without my wings.

Golden Morning

May you be loved tons, today and everyday.

Passion

You want to own, possess, that person in a way he cannot possibly hope to own himself.
You want to feel attached to the things he hate, thankful that they don't belong to him.
You will love the roads through which he has gone. The wind that might have caressed him. The skies that might have been touched by his eyes. The walls on which his hands might have rested. You want to own him without his knowing. You take the ways you think he took. You take in the wind which, you believe, has seen his heart. You envy the places he thinks highly of. You can't bear to think of him in another way, in another day.

You want to listen to him. You know he might not have interest in what you want to hear.. But the possibility of listening to him about anything, for all the times you will spend with him - like the thought of walking to the end of earth, under blue skies, by the blue seas, under trees shedding leaves, crossing bridges with the bluest water flowing for ages beneath them, with him - appeals you.

He possesses you as a passion.

Life and Them

For a friend who is feeling blue, and wants something green. Looking back, for a good conversation.

When They Talk about Stars

Castles in the Wind

Pine Trees in My Heart

Sand, Dust and Time

The Shore Temple, Mahabalipuram, Tamil Nadu

It is an eye-opener to get out of the four walls and explore oneself.
Around me, the city pulsates. Earth breathes under my feet. Time keeps its flight forward. Time stands still.

Life is, sometimes, also about the choices that others make. Blindly, passionately, carelessly - and years after, we realize with the sinking feeling - our life has never been the same.

Yes, the road less travelled is lonely. The solace lies in the beauty that is ours and only ours.

Budha and the others

   Blessed by Gods

Soul Talk

I have not waited for you.
Just sometimes
when shadows lengthened
in an evening sun,
my soul grew restless
and I thought about you.

Nor have I searched.
You were climbing hills,
or holding our sons,
or looking at birds.
And I imagined your footsteps
seeking me.

My years have melted away,
I haven't held a single breath.
I should have held my heart out
It would have touched your light.

Why Haven't You Called?

call me
like a bird to another
(wanting to fly)
the wings fluttering
together
across blue skies

call me
like the wind in trees
tickling the leaves
and softly,
seep into my veins

there is love in this lake,
in your fingertips;
and one soul, now lives in two.

Looking Up At White Clouds

They have travelled far and wide. Like stories.
Dissolved as we watched, clouded our judgement, and blended in new ones of their kind.

I want to be a white cloud. Go where you have been. Go where you are yet to be.

When you look up at the sky, I want to be reflected in your eyes. The fifty-first way to own you. Someday, I shall tell you about the others.

For people we would have never met

The Earth blessed by their presence,

The skies touched by their eyes.

The steps they have taken towards us.

The life we lived, before we met them.