Collapsed Complexity

Everybody likes it flat. I used to like it too. But now its a bit too mainstream. Not sure how I feel about that.

Hush

Cosmic Quandries

Roaming in the ancient seas , George the trylobite looks up at the heavenly night sky and ponders about the magnificent cosmos.

What would it feel like to fly into that great vast void above. Would I be able to swim through those beautiful structures. How far will I have to go do you fathom ?I wonder if anyone else is thinking about all this. I wish I could ask them. I wish I could know. What a waste it would be, to not look up and wonder and not try to know.

And just like that,the thought vanishes from his mind. And he swims onward.


photo courtesy : Hubble Space Telescope

Empty Inbox

Split Ends

Neither here nor there.

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.

Warmachine

"And I’m looking for a miracle

But I hope, I pray, and I will fight." -Hurts

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,

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

Figure deconstruction

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.

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. 

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.