"People have stars, but they aren't the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they're nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they're problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you'll have stars like nobody else."

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.

A boy named crow

"Another child is born
Another race is won
Another dream is shattered
Another day has begun

This world is still afloat
No not in Noah's boat
We've only lost the vision
Of the stars we're meant to be"

A pound of flesh

"And your very flesh shall be a great poem"
Walt Whitman

Deep Sea Diving

Cherrapunji

I spy with my little eye
a fish in the sky
:) :) :)

There's a Hole in my Bucket

" And the rain fell down
On the cold grey town
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love

Everybody's dreaming
Everybody's scheming
Until the rain fall down"
The Rolling Stones

Wearing the Inside Out

Rock Paper Scissors

"I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
he told me that I'd done alright
and kissed me till the morning light"

"look in the eyes
of the face of love
look in her eyes
oh, there is peace
no, nothing dies
within pure light"

"jeena kaisa pyar bina
is duniya mein aaye ho to
ek duje se pyar karo"
-nusrat fateh ali khan

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient -
Upon us all a little rain must fall.

Upon us all a little rain must fall

Hunger

"Somewhere on the other side of this wide night

and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would
have to cross
to reach you.

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words."

The lines she gives me fit like warm socks.
In all our years all we have given each other are beautifully twisted words.
Of longing.Of lust.Of rust.

Thirst

"Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know Ive been to sea betore
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey blue, here is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in"

Down by the River

there are people that turn their heads away
there is wind
and deep water
there are stones
and other stones

there are men who stare
those who care

there is rust

This city is ochre. is grey. is spilling out. You can see how it bulges at the edges with little windows like eyes carved into every wall. This city is sombre, is bright. Is sun surrounded by the aroma of a coffee drizzle. Is old. Is warm. Is poor. Is art. Is the city of joy, is mishti dahi, is durga temples and streets lined with second hand books that are covered in dust and each word melts in your mouth.

Have a seat.
In this tram, this rickshaw pulled by a man on a cycle, in my horse driven carriage before it turns back into a pumpkin. Its almost twelve.
This city is old windows and balconys that collapse when romeo is right round the corner.
Its rabindra sangeet, art films, pseudo intellectuals, thick black spectacle frames and pani puris.
Look around. The sun is sinking its teeth into your flesh. The sky here is not so bright but the people are. Words are heavy on their tongues. A's become O's. They speak fast and I struggle to catch up. cotch upopadhyayayayaa.Calcutta

When it Falls.

down came the rain and washed the spider out

And so I'm back
from outer space
rocks don't do well when it comes to balancing a camera on self timer.
We were in the clouds.where does this story begin?
(it was the day the sky was falling in)
need to sort through alll the pictures
more will come.

Like a Rolling Stone

Slow Train Coming

Freewheeling

Train A-Travellin'

Going to Calcutta on thursday for five days to explore the city
then to guwahati
and then to SHILLONG FOR BOB DYLAN FESTIVAL!
supar happy.
anyone been there? know what its like?

" Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'."

Shoebite

No Entry

Charminar, Hyderabad

Fingertips

"Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
Ive looked at love that way

But now its just another show
You leave em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

Ive looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
Its loves illusions I recall
I really dont know love at all"
Joni Mitchell

Down Boy

"I'm down with this shitz yo"

In Between Dreams

In Between DreamsI see colours in my head

An Elephant Never Forgets

Colonel Haathi

"By the ranks or single file
Over every jungle mile
Oh we stamp and crush
Through the underbrush
In a military style!
In a military style!

Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four"
Jungle Book

Song Sung Blue

"Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again"
Neil Diamond

Red Ribbon

Suddenly a little girl appears with amber eyes
that sparkle when she talks about her dreams.
Milk and honey and silver moonbeams.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds

It all starts in Hyderabad where I was last week. Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.
We walk around charminar, I find a street where everything is blue.
Walk in and get lost in a maze of gulleys where half moon blue flags hang from the sky and little muslim boys and girls love being photographed itseems. And then another gulley, and then another.
This is where this story begins.
So this little Girl in a Burkha comes up to me and asks me to take a picture of her. (that you will see later)
Ofcourse! I reply in hindi,mix in some urdu,and clickity click away.
Then there are three children
Then four.
Then fifteen!
All jumping up and down waiting to be photographed.
then comes the little boy here. Abdul is his name.
"Mela bhi pikchar lo naa didi"
Ofcourse! I say, and instead of smiling sweetly or giggling like the other kids he gives me the
most dacoitish looks and comes closer to the camera, and closer, until finally he's right in front of my lens. :) kheekhee
he refuses to move. Outright refuses.
After much explaining that I cant really take a picture of him with his nose rubbing against my lens he moves and smiles.
"Didi mein kya fillumstaar banoonga didi?"
"Zaroor", I reply, give them all a lot of boiled sweets and am escorted by my little league all the way back to the mainroad.

"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies"

Butterflies And Hurricanes

You give me butterflies inside

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It was the day after I was born this year
To celebrate, we collected wings
that we could keep in jars
for when we needed them the most.
We looked through books, identified them.
these are their real names.
Butterflies and Hurricanes.

Where I end and you begin

Us and Them

My ganjesh meow
the silent extension of my soul.
shes the cat and I'm the water bowl.
though its mostly the other way around.
she's my water and my ground.
she's the sky. I'm her wandering star.
she has taught me
that love is a black cat called ganjesh
and this is just the first of our nine lives together.
ps- i dont expect anyone to understand this but she will. and no one else matters in our ocean anyway.
xxx
mareehuee machli aka Machli rani aka Shutterfly aka Shilo

Now in Handcolour

bought Fuji photo inks
now you will see lots of hand done COLOUR COLOUR pictures.

More Machli

"Machli Jaal ki Rani Hai
Jeevan uska Paani hai
Haath lagao
Dar Jaathi hai
Bahar nikalo
Mar Jaathi hai"

The Desert and Mirrorwork Skirts

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks