From a set of 22 Illustrations
for a Children's book of poetry in Hindi.

About a little girl. Starry eyes.
Braids in her hair.
Falls into dreams,
Sails to the Moon, Speaks too soon.
She climbs trees, makes wings and wonderlands.
Falls through rabbit holes into bluebacked skies.

Jigsaw Falling into Place

Here love exists.
In our house with yellow walls and white curtains that flutter like ghosts.
we collect sea shells, Hope, brooms, gods and those lost and wandering.

Here love exists.
We create. Images wrap themselves around our fingertips.

Little parts of our soul washes out in ink on paper.

Here single Brushstrokes can erase storms.
Technicolour dreams hang on every ceiling like clothes from a line or perhaps stars in the sky.
Purplesky.watermelonred. the soft gold that lines clouds.
the green that exists only in the heart of a grape.

Faces.

Familiar Places.

Your eyes.

become Black skies.

Yercaud March 2008

Butterflies and Hurricanes

'I fell in love with a butterfly once.'

I held her in my arms.

'I want you for dreaming
not for love'

Return to Sender

You rain on me. I sky you.
wings. water.
childhood.
blue tenderness.
waves between our fingers.
milk and honey
i wish i was.
falling into faraway eyes
like paper planes through space.

Alice in Wonderland

"Still she haunts me, phantomwise
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes."

and if you go chasing rabbits, then you know you're going to fall.
I've decided not to trust words anymore. Just colours.
In between dreams
I see colours in my head.

no hues were added to the image. Just the contrast has been increased.