“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.” ―
I close my window and the rain goes dead,
I raise the curtain and it’s back again.
Drops are on the blurry windowpane,
and on the green bed of spring
where a yellow dot is blooming blatantly.
I close my window and the rain goes dead. Continue reading “Rain in March”
“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”
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” ― David Foster Wallace
My diary opens. Lots of white pages. Lots of wordy tales.
People come out, stretch their legs, and
talk to me on starry nights. A plot wanders.
An old gossip wakes up from deep sleep.
A narrow lane meets the crossroad.
Years float. Blue ink greets red ink.
Life plays hide and seek with cloud and rains.
Rain. Countless rainy days.
Too many months of summer too, and landscapes of
of other lives left exposed.
Some boxed dreams under scrutiny.
A loud chapter about love and yearnings.
The wars within and without. Continue reading “About the Story”
Words can get sleepless too,
when you’re singing lullaby for them Continue reading “The Sleepless”
A lot has happened since my last post. October has gone. Across the road, the area that was a bright orange pumpkin patch is now a green field selling Christmas trees and glittery ornaments. Christmas gifts have replaced Halloween costumes in all nearby stores. The bright Sun which I hated in last ten months is kind of a kinder friend these days. There was rain in California. Finally. There were autumn leaves floating on the puddle of rain water. There were two whales playing close to the shore when we were driving by the ocean. Something so remarkable yet normal. I observed all. I noted down too. But I could not share. Continue reading “Somewhere but here..”
I am not fond of California summer. Staying indoor, drinking ice cold juices, reading thrillers, gardening- they are my most favorite summer weekend activities. I know everyone else just loved roaming in the sun like a free new born butterfly. I was not one of them this summer. So when September knocked on the door, the first thing I did was making lists: travel plans, and list of things I want to photograph. Continue reading “Hello September!”
On the way back home
The sun in the rut
A prayer song in the air Continue reading “Today was a good day..”
My silence is not my weakness,
It’s a pause, sometimes too long
when I listen to better songs on the radio. Continue reading “My silence”
Sometimes the wave inside my head
looks like a silent word, or like
a clean afternoon of California summer.
On those days I do art. I paint a haunted house,
gather all the wordlessness inside it,
and put a lock on the canvas. Continue reading “The image of the summer”