Monday, March 30, 2015

The Sunset


Sometimes random drawings that you make for no reason,which might not mean anything to anybody,might begin to grow on you.They begin to stand for all the memories that surround it. Sort of like a thumbnail image for a folder full of a day's fond memories. Am I making sense? This was one such piece.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Warmachine



"And I’m looking for a miracle
But I hope, I pray, and I will fight." -Hurts


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Whole > Sum of the Parts


“You Learn” by Jorge Luis Borges

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Heart Demon


“I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.” 
― Jorge Luis Borges

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Unspooled film reels


Hope everyone had a Holi without any chromatic aberrations. It's ok if you didn't. Scrubbing eventually pays off anyway. wink.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Mrng !!!!



" It’s true the way I feel was promised by your face,
The sound of your voice, painted on my memories;
Even if you’re not with me, I am with you. "


_ With You , LP


Night Streets


Sometimes, walking down yellow streets at empty hours of the night , a certain music sets in in your heart. And everything feels perfect. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

For What it's Worth

Dear Comrade,

Our greatest asset is our integrity. Honest integrity armed with conviction. We do not fall victim to the trappings of today , nor are we confined by faith in some preordained destiny.  We are not enticed by wealth or fame nor are we undone by false laurels or patronising equivocation. We  refuse to be dictated to.And we will not give in to the machinery grinding at our heels.

We seek the truth. Truth in all that we feel and all that we do.We sample meaning from our experience, enriched by the lives of those with and before us, filtered through our conscious choices. It is often much like plotting your course through a vast ocean of emptiness. For when we are battling the great waves and the storms and the sharks and the sickness, purpose seems all but a mirage. But in our hearts, we know, that our compasses would always face north. And  when in doubt, we must tell ourselves that we are mariners. Men and women born from this very emptiness.

Voyagers and explorers. Men who refused to kneel when the world refused to budge.


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Muse


"Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, 
just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?"


Sunday, February 15, 2015

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Paid job


“Some men want whores on the eve of battle, and some want gods. Jon wondered who felt better afterward." ― A Clash of Kings

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Revenge Story

Light eyed peasant boy, fell by a she-wolf, lay bleeding in the desert sun.
"Water", he whispered into the heat.
A shadow loomed over him.
He heard the chime of a canister.
A few cool drops trickled onto his lips and dribbled over, moistening his parched mouth.
He felt an understanding hand observe the torn flesh.
"Who are you?",he asked feebly.
"Nobody."
"Why.."
"I'll let it bleed.", the stranger cut the boy short.
"No ! please.."
The shadow took away the water from him.
Then whispered into his ear,"I'll let it bleed so that the angst breeds on your open wounds;
 It will fester in your being, colouring your purpose, infesting your resolve.When venom runs in your veins, you will do anything to stay alive."

"Vengeance", he whispered, "will be your ticket out of this world."