Poetry
Kohl lined eyes
Withdrawing an outward grasp, Coming backward to the roots. Dry tears smudging the kohl lined eyes. Silently comes The moist air of uncertainty. The nectar drops. Onto the earth To nurture, A seed of hope.
How far?
Rain in Kalga | Poetry
The rain poured on the tin roof at midnight.
The distance of a breath separated me,
From the rain that I have been waiting for forever.
A Week in Photographs – II
Photographs are a visual record of the ephemeral transition of time. Each moment has essence of its own, the meaning for us to ponder.
This weekly photo series is an attempt to preserve such tiny fractions of time and to carve meaning out of them.
