On my way

21st June '13

I’m stuck around the corner

so stuck I cannot move

a wedge is there

sharp and pointed and hurting

I’ll wear a gown of feathers blue and fly to you

all the soothing soothe

in the brooding mood

down down down

underwater

I’ll wrap a saree of scales green and swim to you

let the wind blow

let the storms wail

I’ll journey still

godspeed

I”ll grow a cloak of mane chestnut-brown and gallop to you with wind in my hair 

On a swing in the dark with a glass of wine

Seated on suspended ropes
I hang mid air
Swinging in all directions
Not touching
But too close to the ground

Drops drops everywhere
White glistening sparkling ones
They drench my dress
Oh the stench
Such a scent

The silent shadow holds the ropes
The swinging continues
It's a play of light
Not real
It looms anyway
Raising hope

Shadow's waiting
Seated away
There but not there yet

Swinging continues
Up up up in the air

Holding it

June '12

ink, paper-mache, acrylic

Goddess Project: collage

paper play with ink and water

Caged inside or outside?

13th November '08

You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.

The reality is. It's you who wants to be rescued. From this, that and others. It's you who wants to be free. 

So you write.

To let your words flow freely. And the pen you use, doesn't work. The second one's ink doesn't flow. Freedom! Hah. You're caged. caged. caged. caged. caged. Behind bars of restlessness.

You live through a day. Days. Weeks. Months. Waiting for your turn. Each turn turns into another or anothers. Weird sentence, Huh? You won't get. Hahaha.

Small things. Meaningful small things. Oh, such melancholy over such a small thing!

What thing?  ll