From the sky to earth and under!

Dreamers

Blued as we are

throttled in the same void

Those empty vases

once dripped with wine

But now they shine

in the loneliness of time

What is reversible?

nor us and neither the wine

As he washes off his face

and to himself the clown reveals

his fantasies and dreams  

passing through the mirrors of her eyes

Inflated balloons of emotions and dreams

she held in her hands once

and they played with it

When his nose fell off

they laughed at it

Together wandering in possibilities

inspirited and passionate

Sailing on a treasure ship

madness it was for them to reign

They packed their bags

from the tent of being

for their was a place

in the woods up hill

they flew and swam

on the coolest wind

little fishes too came to tease

carried them through the mighty fringe

They bloomed and their dreams alike

soon it became a matter of time

She lost her shoes and he carried her for a while

she wasn’t tired but soon he lost his will

He left one night and wandered far into deep

wondering if her love was anymore than weep

She woke up like every morning and saw no him

a tear dripped from the smile of her eye brim

Salivating her bemused mind

she walked and ran the loneliest mile

Every moment now she says she will

climb towards him on the loveless hill

For if he might be somewhere still

he has a part of the dreams once seen

and there it exists like an endless being

Together they might not be or feel

but still lingering in their wildest dreams...!

- Saee.

Wandering in unknown...i try to grab..and i try to write...

a few lines here are those.

The Wind shall dance for caressing the green,

yet seducing the yellow to leap,

up and then down falling onto the ground.

The Fire shall rise and run from hearts through lands,

burning faces yet releasing the dead.

The Blue shall weep till blood shot red,

and gulp them stories yet for new tales to float.

What shall remain is the Time,

plenty of time!

Lonely yet in-frangible time!

- Saee

Written text - 

i write what i see and what i don’t

i write what it feels to my fingers and my bones

i write as i walk and i walk as i write

of dark lonely nights and beautiful lemon sunlight

i write of eyes that swin and cry

to hear the love my ears they fly

i write of crows smooth flying black laces

my limbs untamed like hues on wet canvasses

i write of hopes and dreams and rains

of trees and often my zonked out brains

i write of clowns and the lotus scent

excrete and discrete of my circus tent!

- Saee

As I look outside my window...

I look up at the sky,

So dark and noisy,

I wonder if it’s me, or they are about to cry...

I stand there waiting,

Waiting for something I fail to know why...

Breaching my delusion was a bird whining nearby,

And as my eyes wander across the landscape,

I wish these eyes take me along as they fly,

Soon I could see the magnificent bird,

Still whining, as dark as the sky,

On a wrenched tree as I see her spry,

Is it the grief for the shelter that once was?

Or mourning for the bliss that there was...

Abruptly I feel the thunder’s claws,

And the darkness spreading those arms...

Dead is her tree but the memories are not,

Memories of the past, when she sang love songs!

Fruits like achievements to survive on,

And leaves like revolution, then and gone,

But she has to live and hence move on…

I wait for her and as if she lingers for me,

To take a leap as high as the wind,

Craving to leave all the grief behind!

With a desire to live & find a place to unwind,

A place where I won’t need wings to fly,

A place so much like her tree,

A place where I could be free…

I see her and I see myself,

The only differentiation...

She has her wings and I have my imagination,

Well, at last…

HOPE remains the only fascination!

- Saee

Images and words.

They speak and sing and laugh and cry,

Through eyes they fly when the mouth goes dry,

They sleep when its time and often shout till sigh,

Like rain they fall from the bluest sky,

They hide on a date,

Gazing up the dinner plate,

Clinging on the things you ate,

Funny how they bait and run when it’s late,

They are the ones, who seldom die,

Still the ones time might defy,

Clowns are the fingers and their ally,

Performing the truth as well as the lie,

Empty spaces are their theaters thereby,

They amuse and wrench like an old school tie,

They are the shapes of minds and hearts,

Of everything that ends and starts.

- Saee,

Photowalk.

The day i'd the most awesomest tea ever!:) Old Pune..as i see it, is very photogenic but more fun is the experience to just loiter around!