Journeys To Remember

Another journey.
There is much unrest, but glimpses always find me. There isn't exactly the mountain-spring-gurgling-birds-chirping-calmness, but I have managed to keep absolutely still.

Those that found me.

Legends of Khasak, by O.V Vijayan.

Wheels of life that keep spinning.

Withered flowers and serenity.

A cup of tea, just the way I like it.

The May-Wonder.

The perfect sunshine outside the window.

Have a soothing time!

When I think about it

Remember those sepia-toned photographs from the past in which relatives you will never meet stare steadfastly at the camera, with just a speck of a smile on their faces? Sometimes, I am one of them - balanced on the fringes of such photographs - whom you dont notice for years.

Sometimes there is so much silence that the depth of this silence takes on a new meaning. Silence that cannot be broken.

I vividly remember your photograph of the bird in flight, its white wings backlit by the sun. Glorious.

I think of You

I wonder about this woman from centuries ago, hidden in my unknown lineage. This woman, bound to wait in silence with a roaring sea inside her heart. Life was different then, but the spirit of the soul was the same.
I wonder about how she might have gazed furiously yet hopefully, out into the future - the world lit only by her eyes.
Would she have known that years hence, in this time frame, in this tiny instant, on a warm summer night, in the shadows of the lights shining from the street, I shall think about her, crystal clear?

I wonder about her, and our fate that is the same and one. Her atoms in me, mine in her. I wonder if she would agree that I am like her - grey shades of black and white.

Let It Snow

Miles and miles of snow.
White, fluffy, wet snow.
What if the snow melts in a cold gaze?
It cannot be good enough
When it is just a faraway place
We had once dreamt of.

Now, that is a lonely elephant :(

Crumbling Castle

The rain pants and dies
Leaving behind only a hissing wind.
Coldness creeps into corners of cells,
Settles down in dark spaces.
You will hear it
If you have listened to dying embers.

Isn't life a big

Sailor

I dream of speaking in nautical miles, of holding the sun hostage with an anchor, of finding mermaids, of chests of pearls and rubies, emeralds and sapphires.

Ah, the sheer silliness of it all.

C'est la vie

No matter how early I start, the sun beats me down. The glimpses along the way make up for the heat though. So I shall not complain.

Yes, sometimes life is just a catamaran over an angry sea.

Yes, sometimes all you wish for is that your boat doesn't capsize. 

 Yes, sometimes you are that lonely soul at shore, dreaming of sailing away to faraway lands.

Yes, all you have is love

 To splash and paint all lives.

Dedicated to all out there who add their own hues into my life.

Colors

My first travel portrait - a sculpture artist from Mahabalipuram, Tamil Nadu.
I love the tones this photograph has. Tell me what you think!

The artist was gracious - he explained the process to me, took me on a tour of his small sculpture store across the road. The red-green-enamelled elephants he had on display were beautiful.

Speaking of red-green colors, I am also reminded of :
paalakka necklace - a signature necklace of Kerala.
bandhani churidars - from Rajasthan.
samosas with mint and chilly chutneys.