Saturday, January 21, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Take a deep breath...

Dear friend,

Take a deep breath,
Make up your mind,
Close your eyes,
Take off your fear
And jump,

Be assured of this.
That you will fall for sure.

You might break a heart or two. 
But you wont die of the fall,
Neither will you kill.

Because there is the fist of love,
Waiting to hit you hard with its soft velvety hands,
Only to make you feel more secure than ever.

So dear friend, 
Make up your mind, 
Close your eyes and jump.

And before that, remember to take a deep breath...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday, December 30, 2011

All Alone

In the innermost recesses of our very being, we are all Alone.
Every experience shapes us,
Every word moulds us,
Even our thoughts influence our past and future.


Life thus is not an island of decisions, but a complex web woven by a lonely spider, based on its experiences. 
It turns beautiful when the spider chooses its directions, its decisions.
The spider that is You and I, is responsible for its life and its own web, because, after all, the spider, that is You and I, is ALL ALONE! 

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Akkulam Tourist Resort, an evening...

The 'quiet'

Tending towards the deep

The 'cool'

Nothing is insignificant

The 'Host'

Outside, from the inside


This side up!

One after the other

Shelter

Shy crow!

Nature's palette

Heavens

Heaven and Earth

I'm going

Enter the gates

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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Stranger


How about feeling strange at the most familiar place? It would be suffocating... Rather unsettling. Very uncomfortable indeed. One wouldnt desire to be in such disposition. But when one is actually placed in one, there is no other way that going through it.

Stranger

At this very moment, I am in one such place. It is awful. Especially when people around are capable of reading your face! You cant act in certain circumstances. Oh, it is terrible...
Can anyone live a strangers life all through? No. Its not possible. 
And if at all its possible, it would be the hardest form of torture available.
I feel like a stranger... Cant act. Cant pretend. I am caught.

Being Poor Isn't That Bad!

It was about 11 am. The bell rang. It was the postman. I was waiting for him for a week.  I had subscribed to Mathrubhumi Weekly a couple of...