" Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dea
d pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall."


his name is rajendra. he showed me my future.
i met him on the beach as he made sandcastles and offered to help him
build and rebuild everytime the waves would wash our fortress away.
he is five. maybe six. He didnt seem too sure. but he did introduce me to a crab.
he gave me a tarot card. but thats another story.

Motorcycle Diaries

That's all the motorcycle is, a system of concepts worked out in steel.
~Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Driftwood


'Untrampled Footsteps
Borderline dreams
Occasion for sinners
Alive as it seems
Given to wander
Alone at the shore
Wanton to whisper
'I am no more''
jim morisson
Me taken by ganjesh meow on my Dali beach on the tamilnadu coast.
Where is it?
I'll never tell.
But I could show you if you followed me.



"Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled"
bored and intoxicated
done on photoshop.
muchos thanks to polkameow for the quote



Moon Shiva

Moon Shiva
Moody Shiva

One sleepy morning in pondi I felt randoml
y inspired to wear flowers in my hair.
A sleepier friend (who is also my blackcatganjeshmeow aka Boodi billi)
decides to whip out her camera
and capture me on film
when we saw the pictures
we realized
I WAS TURNING INTO A GOD

(shiva to be precise)
it also proved to be a documentation of the moods of Shiva
they are:

Dopey Happy------- Grumpy-------- Sleepy Bashful
we feel that we have missed out on two documentations of moods. sneezy perhaps?
after this we ate apples(non poisoned variety)

click it for exact expressionism
and then bow down to me

ps-my fathers name is Shiva.
i havent seen him in a while
but i cannot escape the irony


"Hum Bacche uske pyaare hai
Sab ek samaan dulare hai
Nahi jaath paath ke jhagde hai
Sabko rah dikhane waala
Apna Saathi Re"

Marital Bliss


a broom
two coconuts
and phallic symbolism
some would say
it was a marriage of sorts
AT THE END OF THIS SENTENCE RAIN WILL BEGIN
.
I'm back
and can still taste the salt on my skin.
take me back to the ocean.
Please. :)
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)"
-Sylvia Plath
What is it?
A Skull
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once.
Now it lays wrapped like a baby
in the dead skin of a snake.
Sleeping or Awake.