A constantly curated cellar of musings.
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…
The shallow waters of vulnerability serve the indulgent human desire with lurid loyalty ...
अजनबी मोड़ है, खौफ हर ओर है हर नज़र पे धुआं छा गया पल भर में जाने क्या खो गया आसमां ज़र्द है, आहें भी सर्द है तन से साया जुदा हो गया पल भर में जाने क्या खो गया सांस रुक सी गयी, जिस्म छिल सा गया टूटे ख़्वाबों के मंज़र पे तेरा…
How do i get there, "do the tried and tested" said the voice. I obey: get stuck in traffic, dehydrating monotony saps my soul, reach finally and drop into deep slumber; oblivious of the beauty of my surrounding. Lets get cinematic - jump on to a time machine and revert back time. I shun the…
Distance and detachment are they one and the same. Are they related to each other like light and heat or are they immiscible as gravel and water. I wish to remain ignorant. For ignorance is comfort, a hazy limbo is always more tolerable than a horrid deformity visible in all its glory. The marriage of…
