Who is dancing into the night?

A Darling Monsoon, There.

Step out into that right time of the evening and a rain-soaked breeze embraces you. Life slows down on such nights. An occasional vehicle headlight lits up the trail of water droplets on the window - someone must dance on such nights, swaying to the slowest fingers on the piano.

It is with a conflicted heart, you travel the night rain. You, who finds numerous ways to be annoyed by the pulse of the city during the day, fall for its charms now. "Where have you been, where have you been?"

You glide on neon roads. The carpets of light hold the rain in their hearts. 

(I have written about rain before, here.)

To The Swan

A window opens into the backyard. Bird songs. I think about the desert winds I have neither written about nor seen. A book about the caravans and their battles is on its way to me.

In a sunlit room, on a swinging bed, a warm afternoon, your voice drifting towards me from the entrance to this home. I wait in a place between a smile and a longing. I had stories to tell and you are finally here.

A mother and her baby in a tiny place somewhere.

That We Do

The glory of basking in the warm sunlight. Serenity from nature. Reaching out. Growing green.
Fading ray by ray, in front of our very eyes.

Much of our silence and most of our voice. Echoing off the canyon walls. Dry, arid lands. Barren. Cracked. Deserted.

The birds. Do they survive the long flights, with no branches in sight to rest a wing on? The depth of the silence, if not for them. Falling feather by feather.

 Never let go. 

Bridges to Burn, May We have None

Kerrville, Texas

Panakkad, Kerala

The Perfect Crown

Try, try and try, and you shall succeed.

For Dreams to Come True

It rains there. Life is the tango of lovers. Slow and sensuous flow of million streams of water.

And then it rains here. The thousand vapours lit up in the headlights of a car. Life is a breathtaking assault of windy waterdrops, drenching, churning, drowning and then, dripping.

What is your rain?

Terrains

Another journey. Another rain. Take me home, the roads whisper. Take me where you have never been.

  

Phoenix

Aren't we all baked in our own fires - embers to flames to ashes - only to rise again!

Euphoria

You can hear the immense silence within yourself as you stand drenched near the foot of the roaring, cascading falls.
Niagara does that to you.

A short walk in the State Park. The Spirit of 3 Sisters Island. The grass is soft under your feet, the wild flowers are just beginning to bloom under a spring sun. And then there is the water. Gallons of it.

If you have had a brief moment in time when you experience sheer power, this is where it is.

may Spring follow a Summer

So It Begins

The journey. That first step. That sunshine beckoning.

Open the door and walk out.

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.

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 :(

Isn't life a big

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.

Golden Morning

May you be loved tons, today and everyday.

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