Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Breaking Away from Singularity


Does it take a sea of people to remind us that we are just another byline in a story? Or do we live in a delusion that somehow, someplace we will matter. We aren't just specks lost in a rummage of humanity that will pass on like the days and the seasons. Should we then sit and watch or participate cause either way moments fade away and leave nothing behind, maybe an old photo. 

Monday, December 28, 2009

Travelling on the back of Worn out Shoes

The places less traveled, the experiences rarely felt, the days scantily lived, the journeys that almost began can all be traced back to a pair of worn down shoes. Rather than pictures or even stories, silently bearing the brunt of the elements shoes tell you a fable that you may never have even thought of.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Moments in time

Its extraordinary that chaos and serenity can co-exist. In the heart of madness lies such a place that opens its doors for you. Where time does not matter and life is lived in moments rather than years.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Imaginarium Colours

When the mind is unbound, unfettered and free from the confines of what the world wants us to see, everything around us turns into a playground and everything in it to...play things!

Friday, December 18, 2009

Tall Towers that rise to Infinity


Wonder if there ever was dream so high, so tapering, so difficult to confine, so impossible to measure, so extraordinary to believe, so mystifying to solve and so unusual that for a moment you just stare in disbelief and think...infinite

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Surreal notes of Silence!

Every possible moment if embellished with music would allure and leave a mark so indelible that even the if time ravages the withered soul, it could never get to the notes of utter symphony. Look for music in the past, seek it in the present and etch it your spirit for the future.

High Tea!

A warm cup gives a whole new insight when you shift your focus from the fragrance that quietly sifts through the air. Morning cup or a peep hole into a world of unfettered imagination?