"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.

"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

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


"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.


"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