How It Reminds You Off..

What started off as a tiny baby's sprinkle,

Grew in swell and took the garb of a storm.

Those of us, sans the protective canopy of an umbrella

Got it in full, soaked and dripping all around.

Been thinking, rain has different forms

Sometimes, it is like a daughter,

Dances around in those li'l trinkets jill jill jill

Urging you too to shake a leg or two.

Its a son, when light still shines through and 

The gentle breeze moist your face

Which makes you beam thinking of the

First, boys day out you had with him.

It takes parental proportions or

Even that of a spouse, when it 

Really swells up and pours all over.

A soothsayer, a companion

Able ally of those who muse,and 

A wagon on over drive to the depths of 

Despair, to the broken and forlorn.

I love when it rains

In whatever form 

It comes by..

Summer Moonshine..:)

*Summer Moonshine is a comic novel by P G Wodehouse.
SS: 1/250,f/5.9, ISO 100, FL.21.5 , Canon IXY Digital 930 IS

From All Threesomes, One Eventually Has To Fly Away...:)

SS: 1/160, f/5.6, ISO : 250, FL : 300 MM, NIKOR 70-300 MM

Languid Canoe Over A Bleeding Lake

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Grandma's Kitchen

Yet another place where a lot of memories still linger on and something that would soon be a thing of an era long gone. 
Shot from a dear friend's farm house.

ss: 1/13, f/4.5, ISO : 320, FL : 35 MM, NIKOR 18-105 MM

As I Move Off

Today

In the anthills of silence
Its just not the words my love
Thats lost to us
But the rhythm of our hearts too.
When the soul yearns for rain
While you go darker still like an overcast sky
I leave, ignoring those riled up eyes and choked up words
Adios.

Tomorrow

You must still be pouring now
Your repose, one akin to hardened dew
May, now be gone disheveled and shaken
Like a piece of rag in deluge
Ah, let the rains be over
Like a pearl of dew still not dropped off the leaf
May your eyes be never dry and be filled 
Ah, misty these memories ever,

Post Scriptum or Return Ticket

Pelted and benumbed
Drained and pale
Shorn off the shadow even
Me, a faceless image
May have gone off your senses.
Yet, beloved,
One day,
That door I half closed and stepped out,
I will open gently and come to you.
Till then,
Like a teary memory,
In quivering lips and 
Throbbing bosom
Bid me adieu
My dear

Then, He Just Stepped Into The Rain And Gone Away..

SS:1/13, f/5.3, ISO: 200, FL : 70, NIKOR 18-105 

Ah, Its A Moms Way

Unrequited love is a heartache
Was what an eight year old had 
Taken home and told his mom
While quizzed about the movie
He had gone along with his elder cousins

Being the best friend she was and 
Always been, clasped him in a 
Tight embrace, ruffled his hair and 
Gave a sweet peck on his cheek

Thirty years from then is almost half a lifetime and 
Many unrequited and few reciprocated
Relations later, that eight year old
Today has an eight year old son

Despite all those years
I could still remember that day and 
Feel in all its sweetness, what
Mom has imprinted on that day.

Let No Man Cast His Evil Eye..

Seen at Neermarga. It says of the inclusive thought process. Whoever had done it, indeed had done it thoughtfully.

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Pious way forward..

Each moment ahead is a new lease of life. Think good and be remembered for good.

Shot from Namdroling Monastery, Bylakuppe.
SS; 1/80, f/5.6, ISO 320 FL: 105 MM, NIKOR 18-105 

A Night In Goa, One To Reflect Upon..

Seen this on the way back from Arpora Saturday Night Market, closer to the bridge towards Bagha.

SS: 1/10, f/3.5, ISO :3200, FL: 18MM , NIKOR 18-105 

Nameless Dot On A Perilous Quest

Will it rain tonight?

And clean the gaping blisters?

Wash away the dirt and slimy froths?

Soften the scales and scabies?

And will it make me pure again?

Ah, let it rain tonight.

Bro said, with icy looks,

“Damn you, It’s a pleasant place,

Off with your scaly scabies.

It’s to show the regal splendour

Outtasite with your anal blisters”.

I wonder, and am scared too

Will he, 

One day

Put me too

Under that regal rug he still keeps,

That used to sheath all our esoteric secrets?

Will he, 

Then whack me to shreds

And feed the bits to the ravens at his call?

Mercy, I plead.

Yes, It’s raining you see.

I am right there where you left me

Soaked to the bones, like a frozen toad.

The pool trickles around is a 

Scape of morbid hues

Coming off sins heinous 

I never even knew.

Close by, fallen buds on a tiny barrow

Whisper the tales of yesterdays

On their voyage, to the worlds unknown.

And my wait is still on,

To get, anointed again.

Nobody came yet.

None may.

A Jump And A Drift

Thats K P Aravind jumping over a Rahul Kanthraj driven Cedia

SS: 1/500 ,f/11,ISO : 250, FL : 18 MM, NIKOR 18-105

Reds All Around

It was red all around

But unlike, the grumpy gals

During their cycles

This one was just beaming.

Like a young gal in love

Giggling all the way

Oblivious to the glances of 

Suitors who had lost out

I found a stone

Right at the base

An open invite

For a moment to steal by

Looked to me, strewn there

In shades of reds,

Them, the smiles all around

For she is cheerful forever and more

A picture that etches
Its own moment in time
It was red all around
Yes, reds, all around.

Padmakosha Mudra..:)

Stumbled across at Nisargadhama and surprised at the resemblance to the Mudras in Bhartnatyam..
Padmakosha Mudra, is used to denote many things like flowers, Bell and Bosoms..:)

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Peek A Boo

SS: 1/800 , f/8.0, ISO : 800, FL :105 MM, NIKOR 18-105 

Shaken Skies

It was a grizzly sky indeed
So dull and drab
The Kind , that reminds you of a
Middle aged mistress, deeply in despair
Puffing up a ballooned pout.

Who is casting ash over
Our azureous canopy?
From where does this dark fleece
Suddenly looms over the 
cerulean spread of our
Feigned serenity and repose?

No tiny limbs
No more lil birds
Nowhere a lil star even
Such troubled and crumbled this sky of mine now

Ah ashes,
The relics of severance. 
Swaying images of a 
Rootless, grievous tree
Keeps flashing while the 
Sense numbing brew,
Burns through the blue veins

Could you gather, how shaken is
This sky of mine?