Friday, March 25, 2011

PORTRAITS n my CHARACTERS...:)..

A boy with a tinge of naughtiness and a bit filial care

She seems quite in an eccentric manner,fishy!!

a lady with an attitude of feminism,full of vigour,confidence,strength and emotions........

a tender smile with shimmering eyes potending innocence at peak...........


compassionately  and sensuously portraying the urge to look up for the songs inside her heart .......


the blue balls with dreams swimming in the pool of desires,an eye with a wait,with an appeal and a solicit speech to look through it,the colours in your life,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,


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a rural indian woman filled with the light of contentment without anything to say or complain for,one who spins the threads of tiny little but great moments of her life to make people whom se loves and care for, happy and glee.




























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sometimes silence speaks in a more contrived manner where one will be pulled towards the vacuum of her enigma,so cryptic,so sizzling,so charismatic so able to coax one's thoughts,,,,,,,,,,,,,

























a someone with refreshing ideas but outmoded thoughts rooted to the highly admired indian values,a someone whose smile slides into the lake of eternal feelings,a someone who is not just someone.............

Monday, March 14, 2011

disguised blessing.........

when I place my cobwebbed head  in the warm lap of my mother made cosy with the soft cotton sari and sleep a while,I wish to be there for ever and smell the divinity of motherhood for which I cadge.
I got to know that the little birdies live with their families till they are illiterae of flying .Once they learn,they leave their nests forever and under predestinarianism,fly away in the azure to get one partner for making a new nest.Human nature is also similar,difference is that our sky is small and even after leaving our nests we pine for getting back there.
Twenty years are less for the people who have nurtured the saplings till they grow into plants to walk away.It is harder indeed for the plants also  to see the transgression of their planthood into treeism making the skin of the stem dryer and tougher from outside keeping the  memories of the yore green and alive though.It is hard to adjoin new people in life which invites a lots of confusions as well in regards to our duties,our spending time ,our reliability towards the people getting older.Everybody repeats the same story of same plot in their respective lives where people live,play,grow old and then leave.In between, lies the experiences and stories to narrate to the world where our fragments float making up the memories and resemblence.
Paulo cohelo used one concept of power of a moment where sometimes in an event we feel that same things,same imagery , same activities have been earlier also experienced and in that case we could predict what next would happen.This refers that the particular moment has some intention which needs to be realised and that is the reason it comes in front of us till we do.Till I read him I thought I was the only one to experience the thing and referred it as of a magical and gifted essence.But if it happens to some more and they pay heed to it I think we would start seeing an alchemical change in the art of our living...
Drowsiness sometimes before turning into full sleep whispers some nice thoughts as a precursor to our dreams,just now it did and I want to freeze it "when something/someone goes/go away and we feel it/he can't come back at all,we can strive hard to crawl upto the point nearest to them and the tattered reflections may reappear............

Friday, March 4, 2011

impressions2


in the azure to dive in

















flowery..

romance of dance



a wrath expression in blues...........



in the azure...to dive in
 
pink floyd........





Wednesday, March 2, 2011

impressions.........

a delicacy ................

nature would remain in fantasies

sun peeping behind the tree of life.........




Charisma..

Her welling eyes were blazing with the tragic happiness of his sudden arrival from the war front.Bothering thoughts of his weal vanished when she discovered him in front of her,calling her name with all compassion and mirth had he collected all these years .Her feet became stiff and cold,spines became smoky and she reckoned to the tunes of perfect octave in the air when he extended his arms to hold her tight.His virile figure appeared a day-dream to her and his smile a wave of mirage.To get through the real denouement ,she shuttered her eyes up and felt her gooseflesh being warmed up,her soul gaining the sense of being held inside his.He rolled into her arms and tugged in all despair,all dejections,all acerbities of yester years .She cried with all her heart out drenching her iced veins with the warmth of amorousness.



                                Love is  a moment ,just an uncalled, powerful serendipity limning whole life with the aurora of blessings and philters of regal consort.

The rainbow at Baga

It’s nearly 0.5-0.6 Km walk from the parking zone to my office in plant area. It’s an often over-looked benefit of working in a hazardous ...