Poems, musings, notes, reflections and stories on life, love and living. Colours changing with the breeze. There are times when watching life expire. Becomes an experience to behold,. Opening the portal to another world. So different from ours, I am told.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Prosper, Race and Chucking. I frown, heavily, on that. If you do, I shall. August is almost upon us.

Here there were no porches, nor swings, nor naughty boys to whisper in your ear. There were no lazy Summer afternoons full of laughter, the chatter of birds in the trees and she had long ago forgotten the touch of the breeze.

A Gypsy, Bismillah and Esmerelda The Spider Sit With Yama At The Vaitarna. Black and White Film Photography. Black And White Digital Photography. This is the set that I put up in July. The new version will be up next week! August 17, 2015. Taking a break on a sunny autumn morning. Do you see the moon? .

Reading time less than 1 minute. Live with the courage To express your true nature Love knows no limits . Reading time less than 1 minute. Photons scattered by the medium of a cerulean planet, solidify in me. there is no air to breathe in the zone between the nucleus and the orbitals of an atom. i am made of the space that exi.

You sing songs of heartache and I know every word. The vicious circle of menstrual taboo. The general feeling was that periods are a taboo, even among women. Why do women hush themselves when it comes to discussing menstruation? Why did the pharmacist wrap it up? How about a biology .

A fluid state of being with a memorable trail, through a river full of thoughts I sail. I look into the mirror. The irony of it consumes me. And yet, all I see is me. I ruffle my hair to see a change. Finally a reflection of my emotion. My eyebrow quivers, my eyes a silver molten.

The radio dies alone because it could not communicate with other radios. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours! December 25, 2016. Swimming in the Cosmic Pool. And thud goes the green body. There is a Blackhole at the Center of Everything. And I made butter with my hands. Forming progeny of steam,.

Not all who wander are lost. Have You Met Snigdha? June 16, 2016. Have you ever been by the seaside? Walked ahead until the sea came close enough to wet the undersides of your feet, and further ahead? Have you just taken a slight .