Subtle Signs

interlude

2011-05-14T08:20:00.000+05:30

my patience with words so feeble, so little while my fingers long; to tap those elusive strings of your. furtive stirrings of my. heart feet; your fingers tracing permanent memories on my. skin so perfect under the caress of your. thought.

postcard lessons [3

2010-02-12T03:08:00.001+05:30

This is for, two brilliant girls, two brilliant aquarians and me. sum total= 4. [Happy Birthday Tris <3 ] (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Photo information: Brussels, Oct 19, 2006 Exposure: 1/50 secAperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: No

The borderline series

2010-02-09T00:12:00.006+05:30

"think" (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Jan 29, 2010 ISO: n/aExposure: 1/60 secAperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: Yes New song. (because sometimes you've got to forgive songs and let them take your breath away, again)

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it.

2010-02-03T21:49:00.005+05:30

99. 99 blog posts 48 poems 11 original photographs assorted indulgences and a myriad idiosyncrasies later, i realise that The invisible counter has been ticking, (despite my repeated attempts at ignoring blog birthdays and other momentous landmarks) but now, it freezes. and i'm left staring at a number, which would mean nothing to me If not

adorable rascal #3 frame 2 & 3

2010-01-31T20:10:00.011+05:30

frame 2 "options" Jan 19, 2010 Exposure: 1/60 secAperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: Yes frame 2 "sweet delight " Jan 27, 2010 Exposure: 1/60 secAperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: Yes more here "Belaku" (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com __

special, forever.

2010-01-30T21:48:00.002+05:30

i will not celebrate today, today is not the one; because if i did, what will i do with tomorrow, and the day after, and many more to come? i will not celebrate today, today is not the only one.

absentee love

2010-01-21T23:09:00.002+05:30

somebody un-followed my blog today. can i thank you? numbers ending in 6, 9 and 1 upset me a lot 55; Now there’s a tidy little thing. 50 is just plain disappointing; 55 however, has all the promise of the future and the balance of the present, and the world is stable again. Danger averted.

postcard lessons [2

2010-01-20T23:58:00.005+05:30

(and, i know you will) (c) Meghana Naiduwww.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Photo information: Le Grand Place Brussels, Oct 19, 2006 Exposure: 1/1600 sec Aperture: 5.6 Focal Length: 5.8mm Flash Used: No They sang

adorable rascal #3 frame 1

2010-01-19T17:32:00.001+05:30

"Belaku" (belaku: kannada for light) (c) Meghana Naiduwww.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Jan 19, 2010 Exposure: 1/60 secAperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: Yes

funhouse

2010-01-19T02:51:00.015+05:30

this trapeze act does not draw curtains; it cuts its own ropes to approving applause they sang

postcard lessons [1

2010-01-18T12:40:00.005+05:30

Brussels (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Oct 19, 2006 Exposure: 1/500 sec Aperture: 3.2Focal Length: 7.9mmFlash Used: No New words New song

adorable rascal #2 frame 2

2010-01-15T14:04:00.001+05:30

how you doin' Photo information (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Dec 25, 2009 Exposure: 1/60 sec Aperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: No

adorable rascal #2 frame 1

2010-01-15T12:01:00.003+05:30

nik "the silent worker" Photo information (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Dec 25, 2009 Exposure: 1/100 sec Aperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: No

Neurotic Poet: "E. E. Cummings"

2010-01-10T23:09:00.001+05:30

maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach (to play one day)and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,andmilly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were;and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles:andmay came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as

adorable rascal #1

2010-01-03T19:13:00.000+05:30

"cherry baby" Photo information (c) Meghana Naidu www.subtle-signs.blogspot.com Dec 25, 2009 Exposure: 1/50 sec Aperture: 2.6Focal Length: 5.8mmFlash Used: No

and i smile

2010-01-01T01:36:00.001+05:30

tiny snatched pockets of time threaten to drown an entire year of words and thoughts and memories of songs and lists and fantasies so maybe i'll let them.

#11

2009-12-21T03:56:00.000+05:30

[Hey you] and you and you and you and you you're late, too bad. i changed my mind. [The Song] [10 to go]

#13

2009-12-19T01:05:00.006+05:30

[Dilemmas and childhood solutions] Pkj: A day when we wake up from our dreams, realizing that life has become an upside down tumbler with us trapped inside... we search for ways outside... a small crevice enough to gasp in a lungful of air, the primordial factor of sustenance... eM: I'd think that someone who's the "victim" of your affection would be mighty special, But i really hate that

#16

2009-12-16T01:50:00.001+05:30

[Call me C***y] “Candy Is dandy, But liquor Is quicker” Approval cannot be trusted. It can be withdrawn at any time no matter what our track record has been. It is as nourishing of real growth as cotton candy. Yet many of us spend our lives pursuing it.” “If "ifs" and "buts" were candy and nuts, wouldn't it be a Merry Christmas?" “Come over to the dark side...we have candy” [The Song]

#21

2009-12-11T01:04:00.006+05:30

[Number of] people i brazenly ignored7 priorities i neglected5 unnecessary people i allowed into my life4 flimsy ideals i created and held onto3 people i waited for2 these things i wish i hadn't done21 [The Songs] [20 to go]

#22

2009-12-10T00:58:00.007+05:30

[I once said] "we deserve peace" "when calm is elusive, the nature of the storm is of no concern. for all storms ravage the same." "I am not getting out of the house today." "does thou posses, any balm for my frayed nerves?" "i painted my toe nails." "wierd=normal right?" "meow meow" "i made mixed vegetables, suuuuuuuuuper hit" "and to those with a bus to catch, everything is a waste of time

I: a reminder

2009-12-09T00:57:00.006+05:30

I live for me, for myself. mine are the footsteps that will lead. I am untouched by feigned patronage. The right path is for me to choose. I refuse to be cast in moulds. my individuality i shall defend. I refuse to be manipulated. My right to freedom shall be respected. I inscribe my mind, my thoughts. my expressions cannot be oppressed. I strive for my cause,To win. My endeavor shall

haiku.

2009-12-01T00:06:00.003+05:30

like dental floss stuck in your teeth, truth-the inextricable bother.

wouldn't it be fun if we could...

2009-11-27T01:29:00.011+05:30

"Dear You, Please accept my heartiest congratulations on your recent selection for inclusion in the short-list of 'what was i thinking' now would be a good time to return my King Crimsons. -- barely yours, Me " for a friend, in a pang of empathy. you know who you are. <3

survival: a reminder

2009-11-26T01:24:00.003+05:30

I was, I'm not. But, I will be.

you were the victim of my extinct ghosts, and I, of memories lost.

2009-11-23T04:56:00.004+05:30

and now I'm learning. to reason; to see. and I will get there, soon soon soon enough, my friend, wait for me.

for now, for me

2009-11-21T00:20:00.012+05:30

for now, just realisation; acceptance follows behind. tomorrow trapped in silent pages twisted thoughts today unwind. conversation round the corner lingers, solution plays hard to find. for now, just realisation; acceptance follows behind.

sigh

2009-11-18T20:13:00.003+05:30

"now you're back | You're coming home | Put on my coat | I'm out the door" my best friend is home. I can breathe again. She Wrote

familiar

2009-11-18T03:59:00.012+05:30

they still make me smile, love, even though i dont; you dont. maybe its because i've, forgotten all the hurt. or maybe its because i've, forgiven what was base. or maybe its because i'm. just downright stupid. but you know better than most don't you, that none of those three are true. that it is because, during all the hurt, you just stopped being you.

tonight i know i cannot sleep; words, just words, offer no release.

2009-11-16T01:26:00.015+05:30

I, live life break mind close eyes laugh lies sew hope lay claim heal self stay out I, dance true play nice love scorn rule high care less want all buy time sow doubt I, dye dream slip not feel right know more take turn write mess blot own choke shout I, leave sense force thought fail faith find shore add note make chance tie down lose count

trick question

2009-11-15T23:14:00.007+05:30

"I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. -Sylvia Plath"

error detection and Correction.

2009-11-12T23:00:00.017+05:30

you'd listen you say; and the right thing to do would be to start; but then im afraid i wont be able to stop, and then at some point, you'd start defending yourself; and that would just make me wrong, by default; now that just wouldnt be right, would it. yeah, i thought so. good night. image courtesy maggie fitts

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings."

2009-11-11T06:09:00.040+05:30

| Warning: long read ahead | i am very very choosy when it comes to people. and when it comes to people who write(and who i read) all the more. So when it was time for one of those reflection-taking stock-introspection deals, i surprised myself when i thought about how many bloggers i had begun to love in a few months time. my girls, my dear, crazy, sweet, brilliant, abstract,

change. for freedom and peace

2009-11-09T21:12:00.014+05:30

" We welcome change and openness; for we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace. There is one sign the Soviets can make that would be unmistakable, that would advance dramatically the cause of freedom and peace. General Secretary Gorbachev, if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and

reason

2009-11-07T16:08:00.008+05:30

My silence, your words to break; to fuel, My faith; to break, my hope; to break, my self.

deep down

2009-11-02T21:48:00.006+05:30

in indigo skies the dying moon fades; and as music dies, all disappear; into stoic nothingness.

not even a sign? a warning? did i not love you so!

2009-10-13T09:18:00.009+05:30

first my brand new speakers screw up then my line-ins; music, became a rare resource. my music player followed,my protective bubble went missing; in to blank nothingness alien abductions? maybe, it had some UDOM in it i had almost recovered, fixed up rca cables, an oh-so-smug me was oh-so-happy but the geek up there, you know... the chief programmer, decided that i hadn't had enough woe to

all of my love

2009-10-12T02:18:00.008+05:30

In a flash of silver, he scored her yielding skin. It gave way, like it knew; like it welcomed the all too familiar intrusion, and the brutal caress insinuated recusant release. she watched it, small, pulsating, a point object gloating at its own creation, and then another; throbbing beads, connecting to become a micro deluge. he watched her,and the red reflected in the dark orbs. as he

sweet life

2009-10-11T03:29:00.008+05:30

happy is when, seven hours later, you still have a million things to say; and when a smile is all it'll take; to say it all, for now.

drum roll please

2009-10-09T14:34:00.008+05:30

Its not often that i get candid on my blog, yeah well, its not often that i say anything that anybody at all understands and its not often that i wildly grin when im making a new post :D So here's the deal i'm happy :) and frankly its about time! so in honour of this joyous occasion, yada yada yada, let me present to you'll a song which, surprisingly, has me

For me.

2009-10-05T00:42:00.014+05:30

Another one, yet again, for me. She is a book, held shut under the eyes that seek to read her. Touched by the hands that know only to write, She will reveal her pages, colored blank. -- Shamanth and from before the "rainbow" the "painter"

blue dusk

2009-09-27T21:57:00.010+05:30

though i know you'd want to, steal the colour of the skies; i would still, frankly so, gladly keep my Indigo.

Pronunciation: \ˈbō-ˌgärt\; Function: transitive verb

2009-09-26T15:42:00.023+05:30

[Hey you know, maybe, i need to consciously realise that i know, you know?] (mmm yes, that would help) [yeah, if im aware, if i could feel it, if i could sense it every minute i probably would love myself more hey you know, maybe, i need to really love myself, to live, you know] (mmm yeah, you... should.) [really thats what you think? wow, im feeling so happy right now,

life spectrum

2009-09-23T19:35:00.010+05:30

a single strand of light falls broken. on my hand, a million pieces. and yet, when i walk away, its whole again. the warmth i can sense, it skims so gently on my skin; and yet, when i draw away, its cold again. around me, everything i see, is real. or is it; if its the light, that makes it so? tell me... don't you know?

You wait, patiently. But...

2009-09-22T23:11:00.014+05:30

" and when i finish,sifting through moon dust; maybe i will; know that there is nothing more, to find. and then maybe;we can hold hands under starry skies. But would you want to,then?if i said,that it was too soon. for the stars,are lonely company; and that i,killed the moon. "

The End .break of Reality.

2009-09-17T19:02:00.010+05:30

I've been having blogger trouble(or atleast thats what i hope!) because new updates of the story supposedly have'nt been showing up. This, is just a reminder. Hope you've enjoyed it so far! the story and the wait. :) <3 Meg For the full story . break of Reality .

. break of Reality .

2009-09-10T11:46:00.003+05:30

Episode 1 . the overture . The tiny vial seemed to rebel inside his clenched fist, throbbed like it had a heart beat. “It needs to be done, I cannot and will not live like this anymore.” He almost threw the bottle away, but instead the arm swept a smooth arc and it landed right side up on the counter, where it sat, still throbbing, as if feeding on the life-energy around it. “two drops

. break of Reality .

2009-09-10T11:45:00.006+05:30

Episode 2 . the chords. ...continued. He let his hands fall to his sides; his eyes followed them down and stayed there, reluctant to look up. And as he waited, the rustles outside grew louder, 12...11...the click of the lock...10...9...8...7...the footsteps down the foyer ...6...5...the clink of the keys in the ‘key-urn’... and like with an audiotape that’s been played one too many times, he

. break of Reality .

2009-09-10T11:40:00.002+05:30

Episode 3 . The Opus .the plates were already laid, of course. Raghav took the chair right next to the kitchen door; after placing the fudge in the freezer and a quick kiss on Raghav upturned lips, the other chair was occupied too....they had never wanted a square table; or a rectangular one or a circular one. they had never wanted more than 2 chairs and they had never wanted them on opposite

. break of Reality .

2009-09-10T11:34:00.000+05:30

NOTE: contains offensive language.... continued Episode 4 . the Bridge . Twilight noxiously crept down the window to fall on the bed Raghav lay on. His eyes were wide open and he was wearing the same clothes he had worn for the past 26 hours only he didn’t realise it.Time had slipped away in masquerade and non-recognition had enveloped the entirety of his existence. He did not stir but he knew

dissociative.

2009-07-15T15:52:00.022+05:30

(c) image copyright to Meghana Naidu, 2009 thoughts Escape; twist away from my mind. archived threads (my microfilm life,) weave around my fingers. light unfurls; as If from a hidden core. the rays burst force to reveal (its etched memories.) Amidst this i stand, a sombre witness to vivid apparitions; (autoscopic reality) which i never created. They mock. Refusing to stay I walk on (

...if I were He...

2009-07-15T00:36:00.004+05:30

she asked him,"why can we not be togetherwhy is it we have to partwhy did you leave with a strangerwhen i am revealing my heart?"because i love the unknowni love the unknownhe says he loves the unknownbecause i love the unknowni love the unknownhe says he loves the unknownthey asked him,"hey, where's this bus going?"and he said, "well, i'm really not sure.""well then, how will you know where to

Milly the moth.

2009-07-13T15:57:00.015+05:30

"I'm Milly the Moth,And I fly at night.To call me a butterfly,Would not be right.If you open the window,And put on the light,I might come and see you,One fine summer's night."-Porter GPhotograph (c) Meghana NaiduRefer to bottom of page for more details

You said

2009-07-12T01:40:00.010+05:30

i Could. paint my fingers pink right now; and, You wouldnt know.

Binary love

2009-07-12T00:18:00.008+05:30

"draw near, you'll Know all's real; although, virtually So."

Neurotic Poet: "Emily Dickinson"

2009-07-09T01:07:00.006+05:30

"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves, and immortality." -Emily Dickinson

For me.

2009-07-06T10:29:00.026+05:30

Like the previous "for me" this too was writtten for me and me alone. "You fill me with joy, And I smile at you. You share your pain, And I frown for you. You touch my heart, It melts for you in my eyes. You open your arms wide, I embrace you. You present me life, I give back to you what is rightfully yours." Shamanth

Neurotic poet: "Edgar Allan Poe"

2009-07-05T17:59:00.012+05:30

"Dream within a dream" Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And

because I don't know...

2009-07-04T15:34:00.013+05:30

I just opened a box of sugar-coated candy; and it turned out to be Tangerine; the flavour of paradise. Happy Birthday.

Now.

2009-07-04T00:31:00.005+05:30

Idon’t know now,what mysteries your eyes tell;not becauseIcould never look into them,without the fearof it all slipping away;but because you ,never let me.Idon’t rememberthe feel of your hands in mine;and it was notIwho made me forget,what it was liketo hold them with ease;but the memory I had,eroded itself.Idon’t smileat our song anymore;even thoughIfeel every note burst,as true as the voicethat

...

2009-07-01T15:05:00.025+05:30

I am what you seek when you stand, at that evening window; On the empty, winding highway; In the summer breeze and the winter days and pressed between the drying flowers. When silent dusk turns to black, I am what you search for, on the bench in a lonely park; In fading ink and the flickering flame and under raindrops on a tired day. When you smile at the twined hands; On the bench in a lonely

Of sleeping roads...

2009-07-01T11:44:00.033+05:30

"So gaya yeh jahan ... so gaya aasma. So gayi ... hai saari manzile O saari manzile ... So gaya hai rasta. So gaya yeh jahan ... so gaya aasma." One of the few hindi songs i love, and this one for its lyrics, nothing else; ( i think execution could have definitely been better, instead of bubble-gum-pop and the jingles in the background, more poignant voices,bass, and stronger tones. such sheer

ಅಮ್ಮ

2009-06-29T15:14:00.011+05:30

Although i claim to dabble in photography, ive never posted anything here till now. This one is the first, of many more i think :) In the frame: My ಅಮ್ಮ (mother) and the little darling's name is ಬೆಳಕು (belaku- meaning 'light') All content on the blog is protected by copyright laws. Refer to bottom of the page for more details.

In my head

2009-06-27T23:19:00.013+05:30

He is an open book; but the pages, are blank. and I; I always thought, that I, could read them all.

Neurotic Poet: "Sylvia Plath"

2009-06-23T09:16:00.019+05:30

"Soliloquy of the Solipsist" I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; When my eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out; Through a whim of mine Over gables the moon's celestial onion Hangs high. I Make houses shrink And trees diminish By going far; my look's leash Dangles the puppet-people Who, unaware how they dwindle, Laugh, kiss, get drunk, Nor guess that

rocky Road.

2009-06-22T19:27:00.006+05:30

I wrote today, the exam that would decide after this one, if I could write any other at all. It all, started with one broken parker pen, one unexpected message, one incomplete question paper, and I lost my phone. Daddy still, bought me the ice-cream, I had asked for. Only that now, they call my favorite chocolate choco chip flavour, Rocky Road. Irony. Is rich and sweet, till the last scoop.

June

2009-06-20T10:59:00.013+05:30

June, Swept away in a deluge of emotions. I will never, ever find again, The love i had for my June. Ever again. I will miss you.

June

2009-06-14T21:36:00.004+05:30

"How did it get late so soon? Its night before afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? -Dr. Seuss

June

2009-06-11T17:07:00.004+05:30

Poor little june bug floatin' in the pond Poor little june bug not too fond Of the water that he's floatin' on For he's caught in a hydrogen bond. -Adam Thoms

June

2009-06-05T20:50:00.004+05:30

"it is june i am tired of being brave" -Anne Sexton

Yes. i did it again and AGAIN. O_O

2009-06-05T20:07:00.007+05:30

Tags on blogger. and im a sitting duck. Wouldnt have done this if i hadnt come across the "will never enjoy another drink in your life if you dont do this tag" here. Is there an alcoholic in the house? So now you know. So here goes. again. Ten is: the amount i am happy to have in my pocket. That means 1 cup of coffee+ 1 catridge sheet or the confidence to say "2 milds kodi" the total

Yes. i did it again.

2009-06-03T00:20:00.015+05:30

Yes, this is my first "blog style" post. No, im not jobless and looking for a way to "kill" time Logically speaking, i shouldn't even be online let alone blog. My whole life is hanging on a thread. Worse, the thread is imaginary, with about 7 wooly grey spiders dangling from it. Even if a teeny tiny strand gives way, im doomed. And yet the best thing i can think of doing right now is

Overtones

2009-05-27T01:21:00.013+05:30

Smoke wisps gather, around my eyes. And water melts, shimmering on the fabric of dreams. The rise and fall of twined destinies everlasting seems. Only to end, the next moment. Clear notes of sweet pain, of drugged existence, of primal need, Confound my senses. And I am lost. But then, from within salvation beckons. Its whisper, I can hear amidst the caresses, leading me on. The faint

For me.

2009-05-24T11:24:00.012+05:30

This was written for me and me alone. "Not a painter I am, but a poet!" you say, I am reading them all, So delighful are they! Sparing the brush, im compelled to say, Brutal art thou, with the words that you weigh. Shamanth

Ramblings...

2009-05-20T18:32:00.003+05:30

Good ol' meall of 22ill be.

Ramblings...

2009-05-17T20:12:00.005+05:30

We live in a world where priests of mediocrity and crusaders of decadence make the rules for you to live by. Won't it then, be smothered in darkness?

Icarus

2009-05-14T14:37:00.008+05:30

Noble Icarus, you never knew that failure kissed your feet, even before you took to the light. and neither did you know, that you could fly again. So lost were you, So enamoured by the light. so slowly you fell, and never rose again. I too, seek the light you love. To the world, you might be a fool But in you i see the flutters of my soul's desire Have i not, too, ventured to embrace the sun

Bliss

2009-05-12T23:07:00.010+05:30

Late into the night, and the air hangs heavy. After a series of shitty days and nights, i've been working all day and a high sense of satisfaction is coursing through my mind. High enough to make me laugh at all the power cuts. That is high enough if you know me and my violent outbursts. My balcony is strategically planned to capture even the lightest drift of wind... I sit on my swing and the

Bliss and realization

2009-05-12T23:05:00.006+05:30

the original post was here I’m amazed at how much is trapped inside of me. ... ... Distant horizon, a slow twirl of the mind and I see it forming. Something deep inside of me knows that this picture, I must see painted. There’s red and blush pink, there’s a hint of yellow. Strands of colour and a dark form. Years might pass and i could sit here watching the scene unfold. It begins to fill

Night.

2009-05-07T14:44:00.009+05:30

Thoughts flutter. moth wings soft and shimmery, slow dance. from inside the dark, into the night light. They morph, hide. They escape, only to be found again. They pause, stay. they dance and come out to play. And while they stay, sleep eludes. night grows long, heavy eyes droop, reason sleeps. And then, caught in this sweet maze, shy dreams smile.

Ramblings...

2009-05-02T23:11:00.005+05:30

Its not oft'en that moonlight breaks crystal wide.But when it does, look away.For what is but oh-so-obvious in the haze of the night;Is mighty elusive in the sharp shadows of noon.And if the 'true' escapes from cool eventide too....Where then will you seek it?

Apocalyptica: The Unforgiven

2009-01-04T23:36:00.001+05:30

There is just something about the music. That takes you to a place somewhere deep inside your head. Somewhere dark and muted. where the vista is in sepia and your thoughts are in Black&White. And red.

One day I will

2009-01-02T16:30:00.007+05:30

One day I will tell you what the song meant. sing it to you and ask if you remember the words to sing with me. One day i will tell you what i was thinking when i said it was nothing and ask if you realised then that it was not meant to be said but understood. One day i will tell you what the look meant and why it stayed with me and ask if you would look at me that way again. One day i will

Consistency

2008-11-12T12:42:00.003+05:30

Consistency and me never go, hand in hand; Either i blow some bubbles, or it trails behind.

Time Horizon

2008-11-11T12:10:00.002+05:30

Architectural design: project review on 10|11|08 Well, It was one of those days which needs to be written down and memoraxed. Why would you want a hour to hour blown up account of my weekend? oh you do? Welcome all ye voyeurs... Disclaimer: the following post does not advocate insomnia, drugs or architecture. 08-11-08 After "utilizing" the whole day to

The Illusion ???

2008-10-21T23:34:00.002+05:30

Beseeching eyes spoke volumes, Searching his face for a sign. Her heart, she held, in a cage of thorns Bleeding, red, the colour of her eye. His lips were unparted, Not a whisper from them came. Her mind, his soul, were screaming, But secrets undisclosed stayed. His back was turned to her, Expressions shadowed by the dusk. She thought she saw a glistening tear. Oh Why! why should they part

Looking back

2008-09-07T17:31:00.002+05:30

The tide has turned yet again, The journey ends not here, was but a marker. The tide turns, leaving uswashed up on different shores, memories clinging. I remember, The words, the beautiful poems How equally fascinated we were by them. The silent agreement, the unspoken solidarity. Amidst blatant indifference, I had found a twin soul. I remember now, The passionate beliefs, the intense

Ramblings....

2008-09-07T17:24:00.002+05:30

Where shall I seek the elusive rile that is my will? Never has grazed the earth one more filled with contradictions than me.

Ramblings.....

2008-09-07T17:23:00.003+05:30

After the moon sleeps it is, When night shivers to show its colours and when dawn begins to take hesitant steps... that is when my heart is full of dreams and my mind overflows with thoughts.

Ramblings......

2008-03-14T18:47:00.002+05:30

the yester days memories still repugnant; yet looking forward to another daze, that the dawn shall bring. do not ridicule a soul in a creative void; a shell is all i am, that rattles with the remnants of the vision of yester years; which once held court in absolute glory.

Broken Mirror

2007-08-18T19:14:00.002+05:30

The soft fabric felt queerly coarse jerked aside,it exposed the glint from it hurt the eye the Mirror-her companion of dismal fantasy. She held it,caressed it, cried like a beaten child Not once looking lest it reveal the truth In muffled syllables that nature speaks Like the murmurs of the mourning ghosts Her thoughts flickered pale and bright in her mind, passed with a marathon creep.

Never say Never

2007-08-17T22:59:00.004+05:30

The fragile secret of a flower. From waves of iridescent genesis From mutations on mutations From air and changing earth unto myself i came. My diffident spirit, which Once gave the flame its fires. Now hushed into a haze of doubt. In labyrinths of purple solitude expressions shadowed by the dark. The living thoughts in me, Spring from men and women. The dead and going sources The nexus

mark of Cain

2007-06-06T00:30:00.002+05:30

Wrongs done, never to be undone Guilt borne, never to unburden A piece of soul, “Forgiveness from above?” The rest aware, No, a million. My conscience; “Knock, knock, Hello?” Impressions and admirations buried below, Deceive endear, never was, is, to be, Mind’s heart, Heart’s mind bellow.

Ramblings......

2007-06-06T00:19:00.002+05:30

I disregard norms. Then am I the norm? What are the norms? Who says? I say think. Think. It is the norm. Or I think it is the norm. Then again let me ask, What is the norm? What are the norms?

Swirl Black

2007-06-05T20:13:00.002+05:30

Swirl black forever never around my mind sharp as ever yet swirl black my senses take one, a many, a million recurring conscious recurrence acceptance? denial? of that innocent ignorance or calculated apathy?

Lonely battle

2007-06-05T01:00:00.002+05:30

Hers was a lonely battle, Mortal melodies she waltzed to in dismal fantasy of her own. Hers was a lonely battle, Proud she stood on chiseled grave, Death craved by her own hand. Hers was a lonely battle, wounded Queen and the last among her race, lesser mortals not her own claim Hers was a lonely battle, against such memories etched in her mind , they may not be her own. Hers was a

I

2007-06-04T23:03:00.002+05:30

Ramblings......

2007-06-04T23:01:00.001+05:30

Solutions a myriad she can findbut none for her the complications that shroud her own mind refusing to let her thinkrefusing to let her breathe why does she let her self be consumed by the thoughts that fill her?her senses asphyxiate her...

Tainted

2007-05-08T01:54:00.001+05:30

Dusk. Of purple solitude. Of purple shadows. The silent encounter. In labyrinths of mist. Stars,moonside archway. embrace rusting gates. of amative death. The Nodose smiles seep, Entice.Cedar dance. Alluring docile Chionodoxa. Prelude to the naked end

Subtle Signs

2006-06-20T17:05:00.001+05:30

Looks Honey dew caresses. flitting over... laced in folly...of pride... soften..only in slivers of shadows... Who sees?

Subtle Signs

interlude

postcard lessons [3

The borderline series

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it.

adorable rascal #3 frame 2 & 3

special, forever.

absentee love

postcard lessons [2

adorable rascal #3 frame 1

funhouse

postcard lessons [1

adorable rascal #2 frame 2

adorable rascal #2 frame 1

Neurotic Poet: "E. E. Cummings"

adorable rascal #1

and i smile

#11

#13

#16

#21

#22

I: a reminder

haiku.

wouldn't it be fun if we could...

survival: a reminder

you were the victim of my extinct ghosts, and I, of memories lost.

for now, for me

sigh

familiar

tonight i know i cannot sleep; words, just words, offer no release.

trick question

error detection and Correction.

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings."

change. for freedom and peace

reason

deep down

not even a sign? a warning? did i not love you so!

all of my love

sweet life

*drum roll please*

For me.

blue dusk

Pronunciation: \ˈbō-ˌgärt\; Function: transitive verb

life spectrum

You wait, patiently. But...

The End .break of Reality.

. break of Reality .

. break of Reality .

. break of Reality .

. break of Reality .

dissociative.

...if I were He...

Milly the moth.

You said

Binary love

Neurotic Poet: "Emily Dickinson"

For me.

Neurotic poet: "Edgar Allan Poe"

because I don't know...

Now.

...

Of sleeping roads...

ಅಮ್ಮ

In my head

Neurotic Poet: "Sylvia Plath"

rocky Road.

June

June

June

June

Yes. i did it again and AGAIN. O_O

Yes. i did it again.

Overtones

For me.

Ramblings...

Ramblings...

Icarus

Bliss

Bliss and realization

drum roll please