The Hollow Land

"The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
'This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms"
The Hollow lands
filled with such stark immensity.
flooding with light.
Plains 17800 feet in the sky
Sikkim 2008

Shanti Shloka

15 days spent in Sikkim.
I went there in search of peace.
and I found it. In every drop of rain.
Mist that erased mountains.
In Silence.
In sunlight.

To yellow walls.
to our bodies that we underestimate.
To remembering divinity.
and the absolute.
and love found not in fingertips
but every thing that shimmers.

much much more later.
Sacred lakes, Monks, Peace, Art, Hollowlands.
Simplicity.

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.

Lend me your Wings

Stills from an animation I'm working on in my free time
to the song "let down" by radiohead.
all images photographed-drawn by me.
Here you will see insects, hot air balloons, cities made of glass bottles.
and much much more.

Red Riding Hood

"i have a self to recover,"

and then she bursts into the sky, a red comet."

Red was her color.

And when I found her.

I wrapped her up.

(But sometimes.

colours change)

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'

Tired heart

Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.
I can't go on.these trains move too fast. Like snakes on railwaytrackladders.
Seeing you.Your eyes pierce through my flesh like swords.
I'm crippled.I'm afraid.I'm lost.
I pity. and your house of cards melts to the floor.

I have nothing. Not dreams. Not love. Not thoughts of my own.
suspended being.supreme predator.division of labour.
a cup to fill with coins.

the second official photograph I ever took.
3 years ago.
we found that dragonfly together.
We held her in our arms.
it was too late to save her.
so we made her a home in the soil.
and let her fall asleep for a hundred years. or more.

the first photograph I ever took.
he was blind and singing
on the steps leading to a temple.
with many blind men whispering prayers
and singing praises.

Eye

I am swallowed by the storm
in your eye.
I looked into them searching for steady seamanship.
you were lost at sea too.
She'd warned me:
"A blind man won't run after you without losing his way"

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.