"W"

While the Wizard wound the Watch..

the Whispering Winds whisked us away

to the Wigwam in the Wild.

My love for all things "W". :)

Wanderlust
Wunderkind
Wake
Whiteout
Whiskey
White
Wigwam
Wand
Wish
Wild
Window
Wishbone
Wind
Woods
Wine
Water
Wings
Winter
Willow
Whisper
Wizard

What's your word? :)

That Car.

An old rusty blue Volkswagen..

I see you everyday around the corner of my street..


You took those four dogs peeping out of the window for a ride..

Maybe for a walk down the countryside.. or into the woods..

They saw the world with you..muted..colourblind!

I envy your owner.. that lover of dogs.


You stuttered and sputtered away.. You never waited for me or my camera!

#vintagelove

The Insane Trip!

The sound of every breath in time frames..

Of split seconds beating on my eardrums..

The slightest movement transforming them into devils and monsters

Spitting fire in a phantasmagoria of smoky structures..

There, slowly tripping into hell..

Fatigued by the ring of hysterical laughters,

As I lay down mind numbed..

The sensation of death slowly gripping on to my soul.

Blinding white lights.. breath leaving me second by second.

I had to choose my path.. the mere thought of heaven transported me..

In the wings of reveries to a land of fairies.

I was no more holding on to my dear life..

The paranoia of death made way to eternal peace.

Floating on a deep blue hued river..

Splash of colours everywhere..

Eyes shadowed by the canopy of pale green trees..

Willowing in the wind..

Purple lotus flowers.. white birds

Sliding away..

Towards the mountains that merged in sunset hues of blues

And the huge fireball set ablaze in orange shades..

Hark! The devil beckons back to fire and chaos!

Monsters took form again.

The choice..

But then, unreal were the unicorns..

Unlike the horses and monsters in my head.

Hallucinations that made me discern..

Then, there were stars all around... pitch black night.. the coldness of the white sand grains against my feet.. the sound of waves crushing in.. the white foam approaching closer to the shore with every rising tide..

We looked up.

Constellations hanging from space on the puppeteer's thread.

Orion keeping the Scorpion at bay..

Canis Major wagging its tail.

Sirius shining bright..

Inverted spoon of the Saptarishi pointing towards the pole star.

That one star which failed to twinkle.. a planet maybe

A closed conversation with a thought to ponder on

Of a "little prince" like life form.. somewhere out there!

Fancy Mind!

Miles away... the drums roll, lights shimmer

The world you want just grew dimmer..

An angel in the dark.. clipped off her wings

MONSOON KERALA... the waters drowning me deep into a world of nostalgia

Rain.....it always brings to my mind some mixed emotions.....and the monsoon season in Kerala is a special time to relive some memorable moments in my life. Ever since my childhood, I had this enigmatic bond with the rains. My early childhood days were spent playing with my neighbour Brahmin friend, whom everyone used to call as Murugan. The house they lived in was one of those typical traditional Kerala homes with the 'naalukettu'.... a small courtyard inside the house with an open roof. At the time of monsoons, it was tranquillising to the soul to sit near the naalukettu and watch the heavy downpours. There was a mango orchard in front of their home and when the strong winds start blowing... it was an absolute fun to run out in the rain and collect those ripe mangoes strewn all around. With mom and my sisters, I used to collect the mushrooms that would have popped up as if by magic. I don't know from where they suddenly came into existence; mom always says that after a thunderstorm, mushrooms start appearing....the science behind...well.. I do not know! A few years later ... we moved to another house. Those wonderful times never came back....but still the monsoons never missed. It always came at the right time. Every year, on June 1st when the Government school reopens(mine always reopens early and I used to hate that!!), right on that day God reopens the monsoons in Kerala to drench the school children in the pouring waters. Me and my friends, Anju and Priya used to run down the road, holding the umbrellas, availing to no use, to catch the bus back home. Then after getting down the bus, me and Anju had to cycle uphill to reach home. I get a shiver even now when I think of that exhilarating feeling of cycling in the rain... Water dripping down my uniform, me drenched in the rain, mom and dad all set to scold me..aanh! If there is nobody at home(luckily)... I make my cup of tea....sipping it hot... sitting near the window... enjoying the beauty of the rain. Still,when I go back home at the time of monsoons, I love relaxing in my grandpa's armchair, sipping a cup of hot tea and watching the rain...the fresh smell of earth intoxicating me. This is a time for me to retreat and go back to the good old days of childhood, a time to review my life... the mistakes I made, the happiness I gave and received. I don't know what kind of mystical powers the monsoons have got!!! But, it always remains close to my heart, the waters drowning me deep into a world of nostalgia ... where I still wish to relive those moments of innocence.