Parched lands, Dry ,dusty, rustyFlowing and resting to the whims of the windin summer But when rain - drops on parched lands, they come to lifelike a chemical reaction of sortsa burst of energysmelling pleasantgiving life to a million others In a few days the rains go backand the lands are back to their depths… Continue reading Parched
It's difficult to say what happenswhen the volume's turned downand the curtains closedbehind dark roomsspecifically kept silentto invite less life? I guess so. A fly flies past you birds chirplizards bickerwinds turnleaves danceclouds hover moonlight descendsAll of a sudden, everything is aliveall that is inside breathes unlike ever before, in the pulse of the birdsthe… Continue reading Alive
have you seen flowers that are ready to wilt? frail and ready to fall still fragrant from a rich past still colorful from a sumptuous upbringing ready to fall ready to wilt at the smallest vibration a hummingbird or a human banging on tables they fall and smell nice.
"Hey jude begin" sings the phone as water trickles down the high cliff drip drip drip from the inside of my short-shorts a strange night it is the sky looks quiet very quiet the usual family of stars bearing down facing me , bored in their daily routine of shining down at all of us… Continue reading a night under shiny stars from a different sky
soft bristling dry leaves dance in the calm december breeze the cold of the morning has disappeared and a full fledged indian sun that is characteristic of any piece of land in India, be it summer , winter or rain blasts through confused weed grasses. the silent sounds of leaves falling down on the ground… Continue reading an afternoon slumber’s dream
This journey will go on for quite some time I can bide my time staring out into the open passing trees and foothills and mountains for as much as I want find spaces where I can store my thoughts and watch them fly past me not worried about their staying inside or their purpose flowing… Continue reading spaces with you
it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream
The forest calls me as I walk into the fog blown by the wind and in patches shows me a vibrant green that can only be seen after an evening drizzle. I'm not thinking and nothing bothers me as I float into the fog and into the forest -green the kind that can only be… Continue reading a chance afternoon
i particularly liked muffled days covered with clouds and hopes of rain days where the sun shines in half muted notes , spent indoors with an unlikely calm in the air and all the birds seem pretty excited and the trees rustle, slowly back and forth waiting to quench there's a lot of hope around… Continue reading half-sun, half-cloudy and a little bit of rain
thin , lean half -assed people too afraid to live to concede. Urbaned with time, softened by family and love and things from that niche. too afraid to concede their soiled teeth, undone by urban living dead within waiting to bloom to live with grit, soiled teeth and firm fists pounding the soil. thin Lean… Continue reading wild flowers.