A curated cellar of musings.
Stains they are aplentyAiry dark patchesLoom and zoom in at randomCrowding the lit, awkwardly Yet, they equip our brightness Light is not light—without its dark cousinShadows tell light’s secrets—the code in all the glamourLight and Shadow a rhythm like no otherKannan
These photographs of mine are old. Pandemic has distorted the charm of my home town. This slide show is a tribute to its remarkable vigor. The BGM is from the film Charulatha, Charu's theme, composed by Satyajit Ray.
Lazy Sunday’s idyll—promising yet fragile. A stony path attracts, assures grassy possibilities. The path curves, swerves and entices, repelling the quaint milieu. The unwary drifter meets a dipping stone, The path imbibes him onto the earth. Into an oblivion of reality. Sunday’s gullibility—befittingly exploited. Kannan…
Surrounded by honking predators, Hell bent on putting me off my path, I tirelessly meander through the sea. The endlessly zigzagging traffic talks in a hybrid tongue. Part human, part auto: the language is but noise tucked into profanity. A sea of wheeled humanity, More inclined to stop my progress than to move, Yells, “Stay…
The waves were immense! Beach’s stretch did its best to offset the dread, for the swelling brine Strikes fear and invites, at once. The trained eye uttered caution, “High tide” it muttered, wisely. The waves attracted buzzing amateurs in hoards Eager to get their feet wet—and probably drown. The majestic waves kept beating away,…
The evening was tender, sparing in its revelations. The light was reflected, always soft and never penetrant. An organic, naïve and a pure cactus blooms - ever so gently, Ever so gently, Ever so gently. Sunsets, Cool breeze and the noir air’s heaviness befriend the cactus. Inevitability has a name – sunrise. The sharp,…
The southwest monsoon had let loose an abundance of wild greenery. Goa’s snaking roads were lined with quaint old indo Portuguese mansions, the owners seemed to be inflicted with an acute lack of taste - as these works of art were painted with the crassest of crass colors (sorry I was at loss for a…
Khul kabhi tho, khul kabhi kaheen Main aasmaan, tu meri zameen Lab tere yoon khule jaise harf the Honth par yoon ghule jaise barf the Tu hi tu hai, main kaheen nahi.. Jhuk ke jab jhumka main choom raha tha Der tak gulmohar jhoom raha tha Jal ke main sochta tha Gulmohar ki…
