Sighs

 

We walk in a breeze of thoughts, in a pool of long lost friendships, in echoes of conversations, in footsteps of autumns.

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. 

Have We Talked About This Before?

Window of a rickety bus.
Muddy road, stinging eyes
In the hot summer wind.
I feel your shoulder
Grazing mine when we turn a corner.

Railings of a wooden bridge.
Silent river, silent thoughts
On a lovely autumn evening.
And I hear your footsteps
Bringing your reflection closer to me.

Cotton papered pages.
Crimson sunset, nervous fingers
After words after words after words.
From across the room, your laughter
Stealing me away from lonely stories.

I sometimes imagine
The tiniest gesture, the softest jolt
That breaks my deepest longing -
A glance from you.

The Lady in Red.

Our Journey

Early morning sun shone on her and the river blushed. That is how this journey began, many many moons ago.

I love that I love photography. It has brought precious moments and amazing people my way.

The foggy hills of Sri Lanka and the coldest monsoon in Kerala - I don't know if to live the moment or to capture it is more fulfilling. I am going to try to grow through the world you see and freeze.

My journey is mine, but it is for you, for the realization that gazing out on a sunset in silence or watching the flight of a solitary bird across the vast sky is what makes hearts feel alive.

There are a million angles to seeing the same scene. I am always amazed by the ease with which you bring out the brilliance in everything around you.
I thank you, passionate photographers, for your existence.

Open

I will not be broken-hearted
If you refuse to look at me.
Life is sometimes like a sky somewhere
Where birds don't fly free.

It Is All FruitCake

When you think that it is better to leave me alone to find myself, that is when continents begin to drift apart.

I am my own island now.