wearing headphones around her,
erm ..., body and getting all jiggly
that's Fereshteh,
the angel from next door
Clicked by- nigel (my bro)
The Person i think i am
- still life
- Bombay, maharashtra, India
- The dark road of my thoughts::: As I sit here and wait for the coming of the end I look back and wonder in this short span of a life how I affected people, as what type of person will they remember me? Will I be remembered? Its not easy to accept the truth. All i am left with is a hope in a dream that may never come true.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Alter in action
Tom Alter altering words into emotions
He is one of those people you meet and never forget, they just seem to leave an imprint that last.
The Alter’ed Image
Tom Alter
I don't think i need to say any more his very presence in the image does the talking.
to be cont. . . . . .
Sunday, May 20, 2007
The Crudeness of OIL
The filth of men
washes natures shores
Scarring HER face
What have we done!!!!
Wake up now stand up for Your survival
is this the world You wish to live in?
is this the world You would leave for Your children to Inherit????
This is a pic taken at Bandstand, Bandra, Mumbai.
Pollution is knocking at our door how will we answer it?
Friday, May 18, 2007
Fade away
i wish not to give in to what
Life or Fate demands
i trust still in
My obstinence
we shall not be parted
in this life or the next
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Mommy Day Reminiscence
These pink flowers that look like leaves to me will make it to my mom's Potpourri
The unKnown
White myst
I walk down that familiar road
Spy the old shack
Continue to walk down the road
Happiness rolled in paper
The familiar click
Followed by a scrape
Sparks…Flame…Ignition
I walk
White line between my feet
I walk
Half dead yet happy
The deep breath before the plunge
The night’s air is damp
Monsoon a month away
Rubber burns some where
Carbon blackens the face of the moon
The next one is smooth
Pollution fades away
I seem not to care about it
It’s gone deep
My lungs go heavy
My mind light
Blow my troubles away
White clouds obscure my face
Illuminated street lamps
I walk
Bright lights zoom by
Red ones say good bye
White line beneath my feet
Blowing my burden away
The road ends another one begins
My nicotine fix ends
I walk
Familiar road
In some past memory
I quit here
A tear falls
A familiar click, scratch
Sparks…Flame…..Ignition
Blown away in the white mist
I see your face
It doesn’t last
I walk
My doom is set
My path chosen
They shall suffer me to pass
Or free me the burden of life
I walk
-By me
I walk down that familiar road
Spy the old shack
Continue to walk down the road
Happiness rolled in paper
The familiar click
Followed by a scrape
Sparks…Flame…Ignition
I walk
White line between my feet
I walk
Half dead yet happy
The deep breath before the plunge
The night’s air is damp
Monsoon a month away
Rubber burns some where
Carbon blackens the face of the moon
The next one is smooth
Pollution fades away
I seem not to care about it
It’s gone deep
My lungs go heavy
My mind light
Blow my troubles away
White clouds obscure my face
Illuminated street lamps
I walk
Bright lights zoom by
Red ones say good bye
White line beneath my feet
Blowing my burden away
The road ends another one begins
My nicotine fix ends
I walk
Familiar road
In some past memory
I quit here
A tear falls
A familiar click, scratch
Sparks…Flame…..Ignition
Blown away in the white mist
I see your face
It doesn’t last
I walk
My doom is set
My path chosen
They shall suffer me to pass
Or free me the burden of life
I walk
-By me
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