mumbai diary iii

staring at the arabian sea

i asked him
'where will you reach if you walk straight
across the waters ...?'

'ecuador, i guess...err..ummm... ethiopia...'

what was it?
his (non) sense of geography
or (bad) sense of humour?

i still wonder...

mumbai diary ii

under the queen's necklace
i stroll on the wide footpath

i bump into
malishwallahs
chaiwallahs
bhelwallahs

also
young joggers
evening-walkers
love-makers

i gulp the energy
i swallow the twilight
i drink the sea breeze
insatiably

in the city that never ever sleeps...

mumbai diary I

the over exasperated sea
with its grayish blue
enchantment and the
twinkling orange nights
under the dusky sky

frantic screams
shunting trains
foggy mornings
sticky crowds
flashy roads
running victorias

a gloomy day starts to melt
into a dazzling night…

with a deep sigh…

sleep on...

You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.

--

rumi

are we not using this blog people?

modern narcissism

watching your own shadow move along the bottom of the swimming pool

if you want to watch gore,
watch it from the eyes of a child
and love?
never even try to watch it.
coz you can never see it!

-di.pu.Chitre

en-light-ened ...!!!

give me liberty...

tangent!

jumbled up!!!

लाल टिंब हिर्वे टिंब

पिवळे चेहरे झाले झिम्म

i lift my palm..
or you lift mine keeping yours below my palm or i hold out palm n your palm is in mine..
real, you say.
dream, i say.
and the undreamt world hounds
while my water clears the road.

then palms tell a story.

cult-ure in TRANSition

seminar notes

ek ladaki aur ek ladeke ke milane mein khadi hain yeh
sawalon ki lambi-choudi diwar...! ;)

6th photo from my 6th album

though they look like a couple
they are not!
swati n ravya... eating mutton biryani
this pictrue was clicked at George's in camp
swati had a severe food poisoning after eating that famous biryani...!

“…Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere

They’re in each other all along…”

-Rumi

(smitha my dear friend found it,i stole it :))

vasudev

under the cover
of morning's haze
geese taking off
-Issa, 1815

clear skies
bright sunshine
snow holding to bare trees
what does it mean?

ding vasao...

high(:nasha) waters(:paaNi)

DEAD ARE ALL
IN THE WORLD OF OWN

TOGETHER IS WHERE LIFE IS...

ON A PARTICULAR DAY OF PARTICULAR HIGH i wish we all are not dead yet.well,i am trying, though death is certainly attractive and mystic.do we have a choice? the waters all already high.

what next?