Sunday, June 25, 2017

Message from the clouds

It seemed ominous. The clouds gathering near a temple ages old, as i saw it for the first time. Beauty, just for me.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017


In a world of could have beens
I reside
Hopes and desires,
Of all that would never be,
My lovely companions.
Created, nurtured and loved,
Despite the pointlessness of it all..

I madly rush,
From one dream to another,
Checklist in hand
As the clock ticks
An unforgiving countdown.

The strings of a heart are tugged,
A heart ripped apart,
The tugs, not pleasant,
Just hopelessly painful
Unfortunately, not numb enough.

Just a single poke from a pin,
The bubbles disappear
All that's left,
Are all that can never be.

In a land of desires,
Heart wrenching in their joy
I reside,
The queen, of my Castle
A castle of hopeless hope.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Facing my fears

One of the lesser known facts about me - well hidden for quite sometime, I am petrified of heights. I had blamed apartments for their tiny beehive like appearance. Until, I found a place on the eighteenth floor. I fell in love with the view and I keep taking pictures of it like Monet. :) I feel like a bee in a beehive and it is a good feeling. (Of course in my head I am assuming I am the queen)

I have been here for a few months now and I have been enjoying it quite a bit. 

Another sky view

I was looking at my older pictures and I came across this one shot on my phone in Twin Peaks San Francisco in April'16. I love the sun in his glory. Always.. I think I did post it in my blog in April last year too. But today, this reminds me of a day when a person with a different set of dreams was looking up at the sky. 

I give up

I am not someone that gives up easily. A friend told me that I like to take the bull by its horns and beat it into submission. This bull, I am unable to beat into submission as she has decided, she needs my recliner. Well, I share my throne, when i am not using it. I am not unreasonable. :) 

Monday, June 19, 2017

Tomb Raider, Anyone?

A picture I clicked at Ta Prohm, Cambodia. Man can never win against nature. No matter how majestic his creations are. I salute the spirit of this tree that has found a way to thrive in stone. 

The unexpected Canopy

One of the pictures I waited to capture. Taken near one of the lesser known temples in Cambodia (even I don't remember the name now). December'16. Photograph title inspired by a friends comment. 

Safe Crossing

This was one of the first pics I took in a trip intended to just click pictures. I loved the mountains and the fact that the boat (or is it a yatch) is so close to the aircraft. I imagined myself to be the lady sitting at the helm of course.

SFO, Fleet week, October 2016

Throwback 90s

I loved this game as a child. I never could get enough of it in the first place and even now, I wish I can just sit and play for hours, though i dont have the right device for it. My princess, I cannot save you now.. But then, you need to learn to save yourself too. 

Friday, June 16, 2017

Remains of the day

The phone, perhaps knows me best
Muted notifications,
Meant to symbolize, 
a lack of importance
Glaringly calling out, 
the spot light, everyday.

The fingerprint sensor, intimately aware
Of the pressure points
As I unlock the screen,
Hoping for that one word..

Why does it drive me so today?
A single word,
Affirmative, hopeful,
The first step maybe..
In a future, full of seen complications

Like a child hoping to test the danger sign
The flame that burns bright,
I move
Not a child for I recognize trouble
But the hope overwhelms and wins.

Words that are never understood
Uncomprehended, despite their simplicity
Float by
I still wait, for the affirmation..

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

The queen with the throne

My new throne. I shall rule the world from this. Every day. Two loyal subjects are large enough to begin with. :) 

Lit up

You have got to love evenings like this. When the sun is putting on a fireworks show just for you. 

Falling in love

I still remember, the first time I saw you..
The first time I saw you, for who you were,
Not for what you had been.

The first time I saw you, for who you could be
and who you really are..

I still remember!

There was no fanfare, no thunder
And the fireworks, 
Well, they were missing too.
But i knew, 
As of that instant, you were the ideal.

The unattainable, the unconscious
Definitely, the uninterested,
but still, the perfect ideal.

I am awake while I dream,
I am cocooned by beauty. 
Falling in love, with a world,
Made pretty, by mere observation. 

Even if, especially even if,
the object of attention rests in the limelight,
blissfully unaware, 
deep in the sleep of the insomniacs.

The dramatic part of me,
wants you to wake up,
swing your arms and ride up to me
on a white steed..

A million times already, you have
each time more perfect than the last.
Those day dreams, I am glad I had. 

Sometimes, well, quite often, 
I hear them loud and clear,
The whispers of the cynic - 
"Aware, uninterested"

The realist, shrugs,smiles and thanks her stars.
For this intense emotion.

Love, or perhaps, just the possibility it opens up.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Forever, a work in progress

I guess I'd rather be,
The incomplete portrait
The one the artist tries to capture
All the nuances of,
Analysing it, losing himself in the subject,
Only to never find, what it actually is.
I'd rather be the discarded canvas,
Complicated and loved,
But not captured.

If I could be anything,
Why should I be something?
I'm the artist,
A sculptor perhaps,
Have I not the finesse for a careful painter
The canvas, seems way too smooth,
Limiting perhaps, underwhelming..

I'd rather be the massive sculpture,
The sculptor and the sculpture
The unassuming one, meant to be a tiny part
Of a majestic mountain,
The sculpture that just is,
The mountain, as much as it is, the miniscule stone.

Indescribable, indestructible,
For every tiny piece is but the art
Each one crafted carefully,
After all those careless words, thoughtless deeds ..
That which I can never change
That which I perhaps, want not to,
For the sculptor, loves the sculpture,
For what it is, what it could be
And not for what it could have been.

Set free

In an uncertain world,
You're my cocoon of certainty.
I close my eyes and call you forth
The hell that breaks lose in my head, disappears.

I seek not adventure
It seems to find me effortlessly.
I seek not order,
All these years, I've known nothing else.
I seek not calm,
For what is it, but a temporary pause
In life's turmoil that will always be the norm?

I seek that voice of reason,
Fearless, loving and firm,
The deep voice that can make me pause,
No matter how wild the build up within my head is.

I seek that voice, which every cell in my body,
Immediately responds to,
Like a truant dog, stopped in it's tracks,
By it's true Lord.

The Oasis of calm, my darling,
That's how I see you.
The calm beneath which,
I fantasize, strong emotions lay hidden.
The calm beneath which, is another layer of calm,
I hear you argue.

Perhaps, I'm saner thinking, you are just a mirage,
For you know not, what you mean to me.

Words, are effortlessly, meaningless
And you buy them not anyway.

You seek nothing,
While I know not what I seek.
You are the stringless kite,
In love with the skies,
Completely unaware of your leonine majesty.
Completely unaware of how you rule the skies.
Completely unaware of your commanding presence.

I was pulled by invisible strings,
The ones you've freed me from,
Cutting it all away
As you sweep the trajectory,
That's just yours.

I know not what this is.
I work every single day,
To run away
To hide and to pretend.
Lest you understand and disappear.

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Ice sculptures

What is it that i see?
There, right in the corner
Just about to disappear
A vision, almost one rather..

The image builds up in my head
layer upon layer upon layer..
What is it that I see?
I marvel at my imagination
The depth of it.
The level of detail and the perfection of it.

The more I give it shape,
the scarier it becomes.

How do I draw the line,
between what I see and what it is?
Could that,  that can be seen, ever really be,
what it was meant to be?

The creator, no longer able to control,
the creation.

The creator, realizing too late
that fears can dictate
and sculpt an impeccable three dimensional figure,
The nuances, incomprehensible in a 2D world.


The sky - no matter how many times I see this, I can't help but crave it more. Such shades, such beauty, so much joy in the world. 

I hoped her fascination with this toy would end, but doesn't seem like it is going to happen. Nor is she letting go of my bed. Sigh.

All roads

All roads, feel the same. Even if they look different. I remember how hungry I was when I took this picture and this Indian restaurant we found that had really wonderful samosa. Great Indian food in Cambodia. 

Cambodia diaries

The plan of a place that stunned me.. Inside a palace in Phnom Penh. 

Beauty from my balcony

I love the view from my balcony. Sometimes I wonder if I should become like Monet and capture the same view again and again.