Sometimes life is more than emptiness and pain, more than the need to be politically correct or to be sharp like the roads that wind around cliffs.
Life is more than the craving for love or a home, more than the silence that hangs in a winter night around the lit fireplace.
Life is more than the flight of a soul, like that of a bird, in its trials to shorten the distance between two thoughts.
Life is so much more and yet, each breath we take is so very light, that a sigh holding the weight of the world goes from heart to heart without the slightest ripple.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Soaring
Another chunk of life is on my wings. Memories have been packed up and shipped to another city.
The times had been good.
Glimpsed this place. Saw cooked-rice grains falling softly, like snow, on top of each other and wondered if they have souls. Adversities breed character.
Lived that age. Timeless and silent, they stand terribly alone.
Met people on roads, in buses and trains, who stopped to share tiny bits of their lives with me.
Went up a spiral staircase and was glad when it finally ended.
Met myself and I am surprised again.
Little pieces of us live in the future - in dreams and tomorrows. One day, we shall meet those tiny ones and be whole.
The times had been good.
Glimpsed this place. Saw cooked-rice grains falling softly, like snow, on top of each other and wondered if they have souls. Adversities breed character.
Lived that age. Timeless and silent, they stand terribly alone.
Met people on roads, in buses and trains, who stopped to share tiny bits of their lives with me.
Went up a spiral staircase and was glad when it finally ended.
Met myself and I am surprised again.
Little pieces of us live in the future - in dreams and tomorrows. One day, we shall meet those tiny ones and be whole.
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journeying across horizon
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Pebbles in a Pond
With stony certainty, we are sure of some people. We have the pulse of their being what they are. We know them as if their blood flows in our veins.
Sometimes, not so much, about some others.
They had not been sand between the fingers. Not words written on water. Not a sting, not a fall. But they are, now.
They had been sunstone, summer rain. Detours that changed our destinations, enriched our journeys. They still are.
Now, you look at the vastness of the empty space and the darkness of the deep gorge left behind by them; you hold their share of sweet memories they didn't want a part of; you try to make sense of the nothingness in everything.
Dear friend, you held it well, precious, in your palm. And that is why I am sure of you.
Sometimes, not so much, about some others.
They had not been sand between the fingers. Not words written on water. Not a sting, not a fall. But they are, now.
They had been sunstone, summer rain. Detours that changed our destinations, enriched our journeys. They still are.
Now, you look at the vastness of the empty space and the darkness of the deep gorge left behind by them; you hold their share of sweet memories they didn't want a part of; you try to make sense of the nothingness in everything.
Dear friend, you held it well, precious, in your palm. And that is why I am sure of you.
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hugging wow-people,
silhouetted against life
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Present Past
One needs to get out more often to see how the world is set in motion.
Discovering relics of the past is a wonderful moment indeed, but so is being part of the present. A blend of both, here.
Discovering relics of the past is a wonderful moment indeed, but so is being part of the present. A blend of both, here.
The kid grew up.
The cows were sold, the barn empty and barred.
The sun gets stubborn. The afternoon nap.
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say cheese
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Summer Fires
The temple. Bright colored-saree clad women with their daughters, preparing offerings in earthern pots under summer fires. Corners of their eyes crinkled with the heat from the simmering delicacies.
The nuns in the next berths finish up their dinners. Their grey uniforms merge with the bluish seats of the train.
How do kids remember a childhood? Counting the bunnies on the air pillow with papa? Waving at trains running through the slums that is their home?
Let us give them little words of love to carry through the days.
The nuns in the next berths finish up their dinners. Their grey uniforms merge with the bluish seats of the train.
How do kids remember a childhood? Counting the bunnies on the air pillow with papa? Waving at trains running through the slums that is their home?
Let us give them little words of love to carry through the days.
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journeying across horizon
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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.
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?
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journeying across horizon,
peachy places,
say cheese
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
wishing and hoping
Where will you take me? Valley of bluebonnets? Singing crystal spring? Wild flowers blooming wild? Tall trees and sunlit leaves?
I shall cross the seven seas and all the mountains in between.
Take me to my sweetheart.
I shall cross the seven seas and all the mountains in between.
Take me to my sweetheart.
found in
rays of sun,
say cheese
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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.
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.
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journeying across horizon,
on the road,
peachy places,
say cheese
Monday, April 12, 2010
Silhouette
So, I was walking with me, and I looked ahead and saw this perfect sunset over the city.
Hope you love this glimpse.
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fleeting passion,
rays of sun,
say cheese
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Misty!
The mist rolls
into tall trees
into crannies of leaves
filling their veins
in soft, white, fluffy love.
into tall trees
into crannies of leaves
filling their veins
in soft, white, fluffy love.
found in
fleeting passion
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Away, far away
Don't you remember the scene from "The Village" where Ivy Walker holds her hand out into the darkest night unwaveringly - the evil growl of the monster threateningly near?
An unfaltering faith in things-to-be is what I need right now.
Wherever you are, may peace and hope light your way.
An unfaltering faith in things-to-be is what I need right now.
Wherever you are, may peace and hope light your way.
found in
say cheese,
silhouetted against life
Friday, April 2, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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.
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!
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journeying across horizon,
peachy places,
say cheese
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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.
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.
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hugging wow-people,
peachy places
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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.
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.
found in
fleeting passion,
random rambling
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
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 :(
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peachy places,
say cheese
Monday, March 15, 2010
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.
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random rambling,
say cheese
Friday, March 12, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
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.
Ah, the sheer silliness of it all.
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random rambling,
say cheese
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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.
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peachy places,
say cheese
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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.
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.
found in
hugging wow-people,
peachy places,
say cheese
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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.
Sometimes I am just a morning without my sun.
Other times, I am a tiny bird without my wings.
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journeying across horizon,
outlooked,
say cheese
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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.
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.
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fleeting passion,
hugging wow-people
Monday, February 22, 2010
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
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sand, Dust and Time
The Shore Temple, Mahabalipuram, Tamil Nadu
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.
Blessed by Gods
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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.
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.
found in
hugging wow-people,
journeying across horizon
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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.
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journeying across horizon,
rays of sun,
say cheese
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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.
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journeying across horizon,
say cheese
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Summers of Love
Listen to the dive of a sea-gull,
And to a blooming bud.
Open your palm
And uncrumble the feather.
You lived in tiny summers of love,
Between sighs and longing.
I swam in winter pools,
Like mist on window panes.
Now, in autumn,
I want to walk on burning coal
To douse the ember in your glance.
found in
fleeting passion,
say cheese
Monday, January 25, 2010
Beauty Is Also
The Bridges of Madison County.
In the Shadow of Mountains by Steve McCurry.
Patterns and textures You bring to life.
In the Shadow of Mountains by Steve McCurry.
Patterns and textures You bring to life.
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hugging wow-people,
peachy places
Friday, January 8, 2010
Work
If I can feel the pulse of the systems I work on, am I machine, or are they human?
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outlooked,
random rambling
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