“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”- Fragments
The small girl looks at my baseball cap, then slowly at my watch, then my face, and hair. I smile, and greet her “Hello.” She holds her mom’s hand and takes a few steps away. Then she tilts her head, stares at me for a couple of seconds, and smiles back. Her teeth have gone to the tooth fairy, and messy hair tucked into a ponytail. In a minute, she says, “Hello” and hides her face behind the bread aisle of the relaxed grocery store. Continue reading “11 AM”
When you pronounce the word Future,
I look at the fluttering of your eyelids.
Like traveler birds, they sit restless,
waiting for next season to fly away. Continue reading “Grounded”
“Time is an illusion.” ― Albert Einstein
When I go for a walk with my camera, I try to capture the world around me. The shadows, the reality, figures disappearing into the crowd, birds returning to their nests after sunset, time lurking beneath timelessness. Somehow, it’s my own process to freeze time on papers. Continue reading “Clues”
Then the distance is shorter.
Time doesn’t matter.
The world is smaller. Continue reading “Unending”
There was no grief or
a timeless yesterday.
She blurs the moments
into one black smear
and stands like a misfit
when time trudges. Continue reading “Captive”
I fall in love with moments , good moments . Sometimes , all I want is to use a magic wand to stop a moment Continue reading “Catching a moment.”
Today all of a sudden I felt that in 2 months and a few days, there’ll be another new year .
Again new beginnings, new resolutions, new “To Do” lists on the refrigerator wall, new hopes. Continue reading “Time And Materials….”