'Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they tumble blindly as they make their way Across the Universe'

trips to post offices in vain moons mirrors maps mysteries ladybugs on glass why I do what I do I know not (treasure hunts where rain is bor...

Dark eyes and sweet sighs little boys in a womans disguise.

more fiddling with photoshop I did and this was the result. If you go across the ocean I'll send you this with much devotion. Who am I s...

little girl in school rather fascinated with all me feathers and bells said "Are you a magician?" 'Maybe', I replied. :)

Some stuff Ive been doing on photoshop Pretty postcards they would make

Shes from the Haalaki Tribe near Honnavar her name? Shukri Whilst working with her over a span of four days discovering her art, her life an...

Hoppitty Birthday to me :) Before: After: Now that I'm eighteen: I can drive a car (contact me if in need for a ride) I can legally marr...

Crow thought 'Alas Alas ought I To stop eating And try to become the light?'

Or maybe its just me. . . Ps- Loving Indiranagar. I can take autos. The convenience brings great joy. Making New Rainbows in new room. I sha...

Totisimba totifruity happy birthdaybop i really do love you dear- you know thats true doowop. *hug* the hippie twenty three trippy i love...

"you're squawking like a pink monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words" ...

" 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 whit...

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

'Untrampled Footsteps Borderline dreams Occasion for sinners Alive as it seems Given to wander Alone at the shore Wanton to whisper ...

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

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 b...

taken on a bus 2 years ago

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

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)" -Sylvi...

Lend me your Wings

the monkeys name is maruti. he lives with a puppy called simba. the owners seem to be confused.

"We die. We die rich with lovers and triumphs, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we h...

"I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images and cling the notion of some infinitely gentle infinitely suffering thing...

Let me tell you about Winds There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with kniv...

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Lady Sings the Blues Though in reality I cant sing

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" Bombay

Souls. Trade Fair. Beaujolais. Moons.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. Sylvia Plath again not taken with f...

just so you know - didnt use a filter on this one. we actually did put on the red light

Daylight come and me wan' go home