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!

Loops.

Lost in my weird thoughts,on the way back from a cousin's place some day, I happened to see this small hut alongside the road, full of these things. I went in to have a chat with this man, mixing some color behind the tent. “Namaste” I said and now this man, hands dripping with red paint smiled, showing of his teeth pretty much of a similar color though! With a typical UP accent he answers few of my questions probably wondering my quest! I don’t blame him! Some hindi sher he offers, which in short meant “survival makes you go places”, well, I smiled this time, sarcastically at myself and asked him whether he can let things be there just the way they are, till I return with my camera.

“Chalo theek hai…aajao!” and that’s how I took a few shots for my hard drive! The sun went down pretty fast and I asked him, “Bhaiya, kab tak ho yaha? And he giggles “bas yehi hai ek saal se toh” and the last picture justifies why I was there, that time, though I must have passed by a hundred times!!

Colors and Cages.

                                              
         .Illusions.

Return Journey.

So this is it finally!and i can't get rid of this amateur feeling :)!I remember how dada introduced me to blogging..which was quite "once upon a time"..but i guess I 've been reluctant ever since! Anyways now that I am doing this..here's something to begin with!
I am a collector!I collect all sorts of  thoughts and things that are special as well as those which hurt..well..thats a relevant conclusion after looking at my collections and recollections!been writing since quite sometime now and this one here is :)


"Return Journey" 

Wanna go back to those days...

when She conceived me,

Like a pearl in a shell,

I might be..

Lay there as in the salty sea,

where I feel her and She feels me,

I hear no one...

but She hears me!

I see through her eyes,

and She breathes for me,

All day long and throughout the night...

She loves me,

Only She knows me!

Its dark as far as i can see,

but none illusion i've gotta flee.

I live in her hope & she caresses me,

aint no fear that haunts me.

I tickle her & She talks to me,

just a touch and she finds me.

I play at times & she smiles at me,

if it hurts, she hugs me.

Miss those days, she embraced me,

and i was, what i cannot be,

Eluded from Innocence are we,

secluded on a illusion's tree,

So not free and so not we!

Wanna go back there & sleep eternally,

oh....her heart beats like a sweet lullaby!