A curated cellar of musings.
We occasionally get to know about a person or a deed, which we refer to as “Evil”. These deeds or the people associated with them possess a moral compass, which is in total dissonance with that of ours’s. Though these minorities might be a subset to the society that encompasses them, we often, comfortably, consider…
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…
I am a speck, a dot. I am cradled by the warm igneous, Drink off the sea, Feed off the fellow specks, Sully and spawn as I please. Of late, things have gotten hot, The sea's turned tumultuous, My abode has more dots than the sea, now. Lest anyone forget my name, They call me,…
Earth has a way of asserting its presence. Our daily coffee is in a way earth’s emissary to our senses. Have it in the evening, the blend of the bent rays and the earthiness of caffeine is hypnotising rather than invigorating.
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…
Through the windowpane he spots this fragile yet lively streak of light bouncing off the roughest of surfaces to create a chromatic aberration of sorts, but his persistently deluding mind would like to think it is a rainbow. A rainbow that stokes nostalgia, “Aha! Why don’t we take a shot of that?” and “Capture it…
