Through my eyes ...

update - moved to a new blog

2008-11-17T12:30:00.004+05:30


Hi there,

  Its been a long time since I have uploaded anything on this blog. If you still 
come here for updates, thank you for your support ! Uploading here became too tedious 
because of having to host my pictures on a site first and having to link them here. 

  It just occurred to me that I should update the link to my current photoblog here
 for anyone who might like to see the latest pictures. Here is the link to my 
new photoblog http://www.flickr.com/photos/ritu_lahiri/

Thanks again for all your support. Im hoping I will get feedback from you guys on the 
new blog as well.

- Ritu

amitayo

2008-04-28T13:16:00.004+05:30

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And down the loaded air there comes
The thunder of Tibetan drums,
And droned -- "Om mane padme hums" --
A world's-width from Kamakura.

changing eyes

2008-04-16T18:22:00.003+05:30

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Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

shepherd

2008-04-09T17:34:00.003+05:30

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The sun in the heavens was beaming,
The breeze bore an odour of hay,
My flannels were spotless and gleaming,
My heart was unclouded and gay;

little people

2008-04-08T16:53:00.004+05:30

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taken on the way to one of the most breathtaking places ive been to in shillong.
its all farm land around that area with a few hamlets scattered along the way. people there dont like being photographed they believe it steals their soul or something to that effect im told. i was sneaky :)

happy new year !!

2007-12-31T12:52:00.001+05:30

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from the singapore lantern festival

as one mr harper puts it 'when the last word has been spoken, and we've beared witness to the final setting sun, all that shall remain is a token of what we've said and done.'

as this year too drips into the past and finds a place to rest, this is to wish you folks a very happy new year! hope the year to come is brighter than this one has been.

colors come and go

2007-12-08T15:10:00.000+05:30

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this is the garden.time shall surely reap
and on death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand they here enraptured,as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
~ e. e. cummings

just because this picture reminded me of this poem today

two

2007-11-17T22:08:00.000+05:30

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autumn turns windy, huge,
a clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
we sit, watching. when i next speak
love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
~james merrill

autumn song

2007-11-08T20:14:00.000+05:30

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the firelight glows,
the embers sigh,
we dream and
doze--
the cat and i.
the kitten purrs,
the kettle sings,
the heart remembers
little things.

~ margurite kingman

a blowi'n

2007-09-29T18:21:00.000+05:30

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how dull it is to pause, to make an end,
to rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
as tho' to breathe were life! life piled on life
were all too little, and of one to me

'tis not too late to seek a newer world.

not even two

2007-09-07T18:28:00.000+05:30

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at the top of the stairs
I as for her hand. O.K.
she gives it to me.
how her fist fits my palm,
a bunch of consolation.
we take our time
down the steep carpetway
as I wish silently
that the stairs were endless.

and i must say not only her mum, even i feel the exact same way about her :)

green

2007-09-01T16:01:00.001+05:30

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aaa bhoo bhoo !!

2007-08-24T18:38:00.000+05:30

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all of 22 months old, this little doll has transformed all of us into little kids :)

may your hands always be busy,
may your feet always be swift,
may you have a strong foundation
when the winds of changes shift.
may your heart always be joyful,
may your song always be sung,
may you stay forever young.

blah

2007-08-22T18:57:00.000+05:30

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no pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

hand

2007-08-20T22:12:00.000+05:30

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the only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows ~ buddha

prayer tools

2007-08-13T15:56:00.000+05:30

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perhaps today will not be like every other day. perhaps somewhere deep in my mind, it will register that today is -not- like every other day. today is special. and just maybe, i might acknowledge that too.

another day.
another year.
another wish.

heaven on earth

2007-08-12T22:30:00.000+05:30

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tibetian depiction of heaven, beautiful and grand. standing tall, defiant of any misery or torment.
~ bylakuppe- coorg.

rain spots

2007-08-03T20:19:00.000+05:30

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raindrops keep falling on my head
and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
nothin seems to fit
those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

so I just did me some talkin to the sun
and I said I didnt like the way he got things done
sleepin on the job
those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

because ive been getting drenched every single night for the last couple of days ...

untitled

2007-07-27T22:57:00.000+05:30

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o if 'billows' and 'pillows' and 'hours' and 'flowers',
and all the brave rhymes of an elder day,
could be furled together, this genial weather,
and carted or carried on wafts away,
nor ever again trotted out -- ah me!
how much fewer volumes of verse there'd be.

blue

2007-07-21T21:09:00.000+05:30

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there aint no such thing as too much blue :)

the sea! the sea! the open sea!
the blue, the fresh, the ever free!
without a mark, without a bound,
it runneth the earth's wide regions round!
it plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
or like a cradled creature lies.

silent spaces

2007-07-14T19:02:00.000+05:30

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aaj bohut din baad sunii hai baarish ki aawaz
aaj bohut din baad kisi manzaar ne rastaa roka hai
rimjhim ka malboos pehen kar yaad kisi ki aayii hai
aaj bohut din baad achanak aankh yunhi bhar aayii hai

pot head ?

2007-07-09T21:23:00.000+05:30

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and the days are not full enough
and the nights are not full enough
and life slips by like a field mouse
not shaking the grass.

~ ezra pound

mama's boy

2007-07-01T14:07:00.000+05:30

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in a dream

2007-06-27T13:35:00.000+05:30

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camaraderie

2007-06-24T11:55:00.000+05:30

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illuminated

2007-06-23T22:18:00.001+05:30

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seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

walled

2007-06-19T11:33:00.000+05:30

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sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
the sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

may desert flowers learn to bloom within cracks ...

wired

2007-06-14T18:58:00.000+05:30

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two pretty ladies

2007-06-12T14:30:00.000+05:30

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i have been told that i do not have enough people pictures on my blog and that its even rarer to see ladies on it. in an effort to make up for the slight, two pretty ladies i know ... :)

black and white

2007-06-11T17:16:00.000+05:30

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time passes. listen. time passes.

drifting clouds

2007-06-09T23:04:00.000+05:30

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an impromptu drive today with a friend who has probably seen me through one of my toughest times, and we didnt fight all day, thats reason enough to commemorate the occasion hehe... jokes apart though, this ones for you R for being the person you are and for being there. it mattered then as it does now :)

and because i find the inimitable mr seth so delightfully apt

the world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
this twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
to sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

the 'twenty minute rendezvous' -did- make my day :)

yesterday's delight

2007-06-07T18:57:00.000+05:30

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remarked on how i dont think
of you as often anymore
to myself, the other day.
you who wont speak to me,
have you finally released me?
your smile is all i remember now;
or allow myself to.

everytime i think ive done my time
im pulled back into the vortex;
you took so much and left
now there is just this -
- complete swollen silence.
all the farewells return to me
haunting, overcrowding one evening.
today i write unbidden because,
the words that drifted have found me.

i only have habits left to break.
life, my world, and my own self,
are changed, for a dream's sake.

boundaries

2007-06-06T19:00:00.000+05:30

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"we all like to congregate at boundary conditions. where land meets water. where earth meets air. where body meets mind. where space meets time. we like to be on one side, and look at the other."

you live and learn. at any rate, you live. you also panic.

green

2007-06-02T20:55:00.000+05:30

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the camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera. ~ dorothea lange

inside his songs

2007-05-29T19:26:00.000+05:30

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There are photographs of children
All in their silver frames
On the window sills and tabletops
Lit by candle flames
And upon their angel faces
Life's expectations climb
Where the moment has preserved them
From the ravages of time
Too many angels
Have seen me crying
Too many angels

scattered seeds

2007-05-27T19:16:00.000+05:30

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perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
to learn to be silent
like the oak and the linden of the fable.
to learn to see.
your glance scattered seeds.
it planted a tree.
i talk
because you shake its leaves.

smokin ;)

2007-05-26T16:04:00.000+05:30

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i have been struggling to get smoke shots for so long now that this one merits being here just because of the ridiculous amount of time ive taken to get a somewhat decent one, even this one took an infernally long time.

then take me disappearin' thru the smoke rings of my mind
down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
the haunted frightened trees, out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand wavin' free
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
with all memory an' fate, driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow.

broken

2007-05-25T20:18:00.000+05:30

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love never dies a natural death. it dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. it dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

holding on according to habit

2007-05-21T20:51:00.000+05:30

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it's not that we're afraid of change or so in love with the way things were that we cant, it's that place in-between that we fear ... like linus without his blanket, there's nothing to hold on to.

mood post

2007-05-19T20:20:00.000+05:30

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Coffee; and eggnog; and as twilight
Drifts through the trees, and a gold cloud
Floats singly over the hills to highlight
The ambient darkness, and a shroud
Of silence falls upon the nesting
Birds, and the fevered earth is resting,
Sue brings down her cello and plays
A Bach suite that in earlier days
Her mother loved - and still loves - only
Where she once smiled, it now ensnares
Her in a weft of grief. She stares
Down at her mottled skin, her lonely,
Bent hands. She thinks: "Don't weep. Don't pray.
It's pain. It can't be wished away."

blithe spirit

2007-05-17T22:55:00.000+05:30

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A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply :)

ends

2007-05-13T10:43:00.000+05:30

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I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Besides the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

hands

2007-05-11T18:22:00.000+05:30

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You are still kind whom the same shape immures.
Kind and beyond adieu. We miss our cue.
It is the pain, it is the pain endures.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

born free

2007-03-19T12:09:00.000+05:30

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nagarhole, karnataka.

captive

2007-03-18T15:36:00.000+05:30

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... somewhere in nagarhole, karnataka.

dusty and grey

2007-03-10T12:09:00.000+05:30

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"i would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it." ~harry emerson fosdick

taj - 3

2007-02-24T21:58:00.000+05:30

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To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.

taj - 2

2007-02-18T12:11:00.001+05:30

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continuing with the series from the taj.

dust in the air suspended
marks the place where a story ended.

Taj

2007-02-17T11:19:00.001+05:30

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back from agra with the taj, a monument of love (or so they say) for his favourite wife .

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

dance dance

2007-02-10T14:56:00.000+05:30

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Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

up close

2007-01-29T22:22:00.000+05:30

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The system of life on this planet is so astoundingly complex that it was a long time before man even realised that it was a system at all and that it wasn't something that was just there.

waffles

2007-01-27T11:15:00.000+05:30

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Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between "green thread"
and "broccoli" you find
that you have penciled "sunlight."

Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning -- to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,

that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
...

~ Tony Hoagland

more bw

2007-01-25T23:11:00.000+05:30

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It can't be summer, that got through;
It's early yet for spring;
There's that long town of white to cross
Before the blackbirds sing.

It can't be dying, it's too rouge,
The dead shall go in white.
So sunset shuts my question down
With clasps of chrysolite.

this one is specially for Z ... you probably know why :)

looking up

2007-01-20T18:51:00.000+05:30

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i have a fondness for black and white :)

I hear a river thro' the valley wander
Whose water runs, the song alone remaining.
A rainbow stands and summer passes under

~ Trumbull Stickney

narcissistic

2007-01-14T20:56:00.000+05:30

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im still out of pictures and a workable cam and too many people have asked for the obligatory self pic so this is it...

white

2007-01-07T12:45:00.000+05:30

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from the archives again because my cam is still yet to be fixed. a slightly belated happy new year to everyone :). another reason for the lack of updates is that, i dont think i have been quite this busy with work before, its proverbially keeping me on my toes.

by no means a great shot i think the reason i picked this one out of the rest right now is because i liked the whiteness in it. tell me what you think, like it? hate it??

cold

2006-12-17T19:59:00.000+05:30

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.. been suffering from a nasty bout of cold for a surprisingly long time. this one is from the archives, have my cam back after a month and its not working so i guess there wont be much up here till i get it back to life, -and- till i get enough time to do some clicking after it :)

go hang yourself, you old M.D,!
you shall not sneer at me.
pick up your hat and stethoscope,
go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
i contemplate a joy exquisite
in not paying you for your visit.
i did not call you to be told
my malady is a common cold.
...

~~ Ogden Nash

flourescent

2006-11-22T21:59:00.000+05:30

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been crazy busy at work and everything else has taken a back seat.

i had withdrawn in forest, and my song
was swallowed up in leaves that blew away;
and to the forest edge you came one day
(this was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
but did not enter, though the wish was strong:
you shook your pensive head as who should say,
"i dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--
he must seek me would he undo the wrong."

not far, but near, i stood and saw it all,
behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
and the sweet pang it cost me not to call
and tell you that i saw does still abide.
but 'tis not true that thus i dwelt aloof,
for the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

motion

2006-11-19T15:54:00.000+05:30

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yonder see the morning blink:
the sun is up, and up must i,
to wash and dress and eat and drink
and look at things and talk and think
and work, and God knows why.

ten thousand times ive done my best, and all's to do again .... and again.

untitled-2

2006-11-18T12:09:00.000+05:30

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when fear grows too intense to handle,
we shrink into a private smile,
surprised when here and there a candle
drives back the dark a while.
a little space, before it gutters;

to hope

2006-11-17T22:21:00.000+05:30

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this picture because i was explaining the quatrain below to a friend in office today ...

awake! for morning in the bowl of night
has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight:
and lo! the hunter of the east has caught
the sultan's turret in a noose of light.

cart

2006-11-12T10:02:00.000+05:30

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one more from the cart series... 'the settled shadow of an inward strife'

the wheel

2006-11-05T13:27:00.000+05:30

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the sunlight on the garden
hardens and grows cold,
we cannot cage the minute
within its nets of gold;

behind

2006-11-04T12:10:00.000+05:30

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im an analyst, and sometimes i have people ask me for things that take a trememdous amount of time to get together, which -when- put together seems like it shouldnt be much work at all. the other day at work, a friend told me 'so much effort put into this, and no one notices or acknowledges it, such a waste isnt it?' and i thought thats probably because most of us are worker ants, working only behind the scene.

keys

2006-11-01T21:50:00.000+05:30

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i so dearly want to learn how to play the piano.

there is sweet music here that softer falls
than petals from blown roses on the grass,
or night-dews on still waters between walls
of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.

sleepless

2006-10-30T22:37:00.000+05:30

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across the treeless street
a moist breeze blows.
i re-arrange my sheet,
wiggle my cold toes,
stare at the sky and toss,
insomniac.

roads not taken

2006-10-27T22:33:00.000+05:30

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some how this picture reminds me of this ...

there was a road ran past our house
too lovely to explore.
i asked my mother once -- she said
that if you followed where it led
it brought you to the milk-man's door.
(that's why i have not travelled more.)

and there's truth in that as a certain mr hein suggests...

our so-called limitations, i believe,
apply to faculties we don't apply.
we don't discover what we can't achieve
until we make an effort not to try.

just telling myself that there's nothing that cannot be done if you want it enough. so much has happened lately that i've begun to doubt what i once was sure of. we dont discover what we can't achieve until we dont try :)

of dreams

2006-10-26T22:13:00.000+05:30

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the nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
the heaven we chase
like the june bee
before the school-boy
invites the race;
stoops to an easy clover
dips--evades--teases--deploys;
then to the royal clouds
lifts his light pinnace
heedless of the boy
staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.

homesick for steadfast honey,
ah! the bee flies not
that brews that rare variety.

guest post

2006-10-25T13:01:00.000+05:30

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the very first guest post here, taken by my friend evita.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. ~ Henry Miller

aryan again

2006-10-24T20:49:00.000+05:30

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this one is from the archives. havent had much time to click anything in a while other than diwali lights and i have two of those up already so maybe i'll post the others some other time. you might recognize aryan from earlier shots, hes like the most photogenic kid {if theres such a thing} ive met :)

Diwali-2

2006-10-21T14:07:00.000+05:30

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wish everyone a very happy and prosperopus diwali !

two for today : 2/2

diwali-1

2006-10-21T13:50:00.000+05:30

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wish everyone a very happy and prosperopus diwali !

two for today : 2/1

home

2006-10-20T11:57:00.000+05:30

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i envy those
who have a house of their own.
who can say their feet
rest on what is theirs alone.
who do not live on sufferance
in strangers' shells,
as my family has all our life,
and as i probably will.

a place on the earth, untenured,
soil, grass, brick, air;
to know i will never have to move;
to review the seasons from one lair.
when night comes, to lie down in peace;
to know that i may die as i have slept;
that things will not revert to a stranger's hand;
thats those i love may keep what i have kept.

friends

2006-10-18T23:37:00.000+05:30

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today was my last day in the office i have worked in, for the last four years. its a decision i took for various reasons, and i knew id feel bad leaving, but i think i wasent prepared to feel as bad as i do now. its hard, unknowingly we develop attachments. i guess its fitting that i should post a picture of some of my friends from there today. that place has given me a lot to thank for. this one is for all my friends who have made goodbye there hard for me.

connected

2006-10-17T18:41:00.000+05:30

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they say we are all connected by six degrees of seperation. i find that a comforting thought. just imagine if we could just find the right people we could be connected to anyone on earth. i could find quite suddenly that i know someone who knows someone who knows hmm, johnny depp!! how nice would -that- be?

then again i sometimes wonder about the ones that need no apparent connection. the ones we dont need to -search- for, the links that are there. would we still somehow have met, had the circumstances been just a little different, would we still share lives? everything these days seems so possible and yet somehow just out of reach.

shadows lengthen

2006-10-16T11:45:00.000+05:30

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the shadow of a bike on a wall at home, marking the 150th post on distantcolors. it has certainly been a learning experience.

shaken from tangled boughs

2006-10-13T18:09:00.000+05:30

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ah! as the heart grows older
it will come to such sights colder
by and by, nor spare a sigh
though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
and yet you will weep and know why.

release

2006-10-11T12:33:00.000+05:30

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it flooded the crimson twilight,
like the close of an angel's psalm,
and it lay on my fevered spirit
with a touch of infinite calm.

pale sustenance

2006-10-10T15:40:00.000+05:30

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there's a certain slant of light,
winter afternoons--
that opresses, like the heft
of cathedral tunes--

heavenly hurt, it gives us--
we can find no scar,
but internal difference,
where the meanings are--

my landlord dosent seem to believe in plants, either potted or planted around his house, which is why we live in a plant-less state at home. if you ask me that is such a pity, i love having flowers around. anyway, there is this half-wall that seperates my house from the next and they have a backgarden. its quite unremarkable, nothing much to get pleasure out of at any rate, lot of bushy plants, two coconut trees, thats about all. some of the plants have leaves that fall across the wall and last sunday after an impromptu shower i saw these largish ants across all the leaves i could see. so, out came the camera and this is one of the shots i thought were postable. you might see more of his family here soon :)

shining its own light

2006-10-08T11:03:00.000+05:30

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there are days when i get really restless, then the only way to calm myself is to -do- something. about a year back it would probably have been sketching, but these days i seem to lack sufficient inspiration for that. last night after i got back, i just -had- to do something and this is the result. had taken about a dozen shots but scrapped most of them. this is one of three i thought i could keep.

when you have come to the edge of all light that you know, and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.

motionless

2006-10-07T12:13:00.000+05:30

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when was vacationing in goa, a couple of months back, i had a few hours to spare before catching the bus back the last day. while saying goodbye to a friend and waiting for another who was busy buying his bottle of fenni, i saw this really derelict house just around the bend and took a couple of shots. this is one of them. what attracted my attention to the house in particular was this wall. i've posted another version of the house before, to see it click here. this looks like a cropped version but is infact another shot. i liked the wall so much, i thought id take a shot that showed just that. the house is about 10 minutes away from the shore, if you walk. today when i saw this picture, while trying to decide what to post, what came to mind is a few lines from Seth.

Here all attempt in life appears
Irrelevant. The erosive years
That build the moon and the rock and tree
Speak of a sweet futility
And say that we who are from birth
Caressed by unimpulsive earth
Should yield our fever to the trees,
The seaward light and the resined breeze.

parallel

2006-10-06T19:48:00.000+05:30

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today's photo is dedicated to my friend who lost his father. may God hold you and your family in the palm of his hand as you battle this difficult time.

its not a particularly good shot and ive been thinking about whether i should put it up, but theres something about it i like, cant quite put my finger on it. tell me what you think.

untitled

2006-10-05T16:02:00.000+05:30

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The firelight glows,
The embers sigh,
We dream and
Doze--
The cat and I.
The kitten purrs,
The kettle sings,
The heart remembers
Little things.

the spotted lady

2006-09-27T15:34:00.000+05:30

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In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

if there is a bug that i could say i like to see it would be the ladybug. its the cutest thing, and people say they bring luck, i wonder if that could be true.

pink

2006-09-18T14:58:00.000+05:30

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pink as they say is like red but not quite :)

rose

2006-09-16T18:45:00.000+05:30

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a rose by any other name
would get the blame
for being what it is -
the colour of a kiss,
the shadow of a flame.

rose, oh pure contradiction, joy
of being no-one's sleep, under so
many lids.

jumbled

2006-09-14T13:20:00.000+05:30

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vishalakshi

2006-09-12T14:44:00.000+05:30

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The silhouette of vishalakshi mantap against a dying day

The Vishalakshi Mantap, designed by Sri Ravishankar, founder of The Art of Living Foundation,, has been constructed in memory of late Vishalakshi, Sri Ravishankar's mother at a cost of more than Rs 7 crore. The money was donated by devotees from all over the world. The five-storeyed lotus-shaped building was constructed in three years. As many as 7,000 people were employed. Craftsmen from Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh, Rajasthan, and Karnataka joined to design lotuses on the ceiling. Each floor and door of the building has been designed in a unique way.

watchtower

2006-09-11T17:58:00.000+05:30

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all along the watchtower, princes kept the view
while all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

mood post

2006-09-08T12:25:00.000+05:30

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I have about thirty something pictures that I could post on the blog. None of them seem right for today though. Too colourful. Too cheerful. Or just somehow -not- right. I have an overwhelming number of things to say but somehow they just dont find a release and everything just gets even more complicated when I try. Possibly its this age of unreasonableness, we live in. Just about everything, is that way.

I have, sad and alone, climbed the sad and barren dune
Where the sea moans its constant lament
The dune where the waves die in large folds
Monotonous path of torturous folds.

~ Edmond Roche

accident

2006-09-07T19:23:00.000+05:30

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I'd promised evu i would so .. :)

orange

2006-09-06T15:46:00.000+05:30

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patterns

2006-09-05T09:48:00.000+05:30

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Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

veins

2006-09-04T12:09:00.000+05:30

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the result of lack of sleep in the middle of the night :)

beetle

2006-09-02T12:16:00.000+05:30

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this one is for evu :)

dew

2006-09-01T16:21:00.000+05:30

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solitary

2006-08-31T16:21:00.000+05:30

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To Sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind:
I would deceive her
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind.

dying

2006-08-29T11:44:00.000+05:30

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how small a part of time they share
that are so wondrous sweet and fair!

curious

2006-08-28T13:10:00.000+05:30

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curiosity they say killed the cat, i guess ants are safe :)

the focus is off because at the last moment this frisky thing descided to move after which the shot was ruined anyway. i've thought about posting it before but didnt, today i decided to see what everyone else thinks of it, or not :)

hibiscus

2006-08-26T11:57:00.000+05:30

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