Mumbai

“In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is supposed to work. It can disappear almost as instantaneously.” – Jerry Pinto 5.10.18 10.41 Smit Daily Photo Challenge: Place in the World

A Tale – 4.24.2018

First; he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.     Second; it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun. … More A Tale – 4.24.2018

I Like This

I like this Us sitting beside the window, having coffee and listening to the birds? Not just that, but also the way we are talking You smiled a little, “what do you mean?” Usually when we talk, alone or not alone, your voice is deep, concrete, confident. Right now, it’s different, its tender and on … More I Like This

Parallel

“Like boarding a train running parallel. That’s what disappearing is.”                                                         – Haruki Murakami  4.19.18 14.14 Smit via Daily Prompt: Parallel

Prolific

New York City Skyscrapers “I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.”                                   … More Prolific

Smiling Sudhana

According to the archaeologists, this boy has a reverent gesture but I really believe that he is smiling, probably at a guest or someone. To me, his smiling expression says – “Please join me! Let’s have fun together! I invite you to join me for my great adventure!” I love him! Btw, this is actually … More Smiling Sudhana

A Song A Bird Sings

There’s a song a bird sings Outside my window Every morning and evening Per my reckoning, It welcomes the joy of the morning Whilst the sky blooms like a tender flower of lotus And it also farewells the twilight of the evening Whilst the sky closes like a tender flower of lotus All the while … More A Song A Bird Sings

Awakening

Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass. Let the stars appear and … More Awakening

The Photograph

They say that the time never stops But didn’t they tell you that I can even stop drops? It’s me, the photograph, who’ll hold you Till the time it gets better, even if the time flew People say that I’m just a copy, just an ‘it’ But I’m capable of holding moments, making everything lit … More The Photograph