Sunday, July 22, 2012

In harmony, secure

A squirrel curiously inspects the rustle of leaves outside from its cosy little den...a little frightened but secure.

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Monday, June 25, 2012

music from the big yellow

The carved brass loud speaker of a gramophone. 
The radio makes hideous sounds - Bob Dylan

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Random clicks


Classic Case
Twist in the Classic Case

Melee at the Gate
India Shining...
Pyramid... 
India Gate, New Delhi


Wednesday, March 07, 2012

Past Stands

 The Qutub Minar still towers over Delhi... a victorious smile cutting through the rhythmless evening sky.
The 72.5 m tall 'tower of victory' signalled the arrival of the first dynasty of Muslim sultans to northern India (12th century AD).

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Rustic Clicks

Gujjar shepherds (a traditional Indian shepherd clan) are known for their elegant & colourful turbans, which is an essential part of their attire.







Monday, November 14, 2011

Lost Frames


Time, in comatose
Or was I lost in the fleeting glitter?

Seeking 'enlightenment'

Enlightenment in a sidewalk shop

Was I masking my pretence, my timidity?

...A colourful puppet, with dollhouse dreams

Fresh green, blue, rainbow dreams in black & white 

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Ex-Lord of the Ring

Queen hit the charts with "Radio Ga Ga"...Raja "got hit" for going "Radia Ga Ga".

WackyLicks says: Don't try messing around with (2)G-strings...it may get too hot to handle if you loosen it...

Wishing everyone a belated Merry Christmas and a rocking New Year. God bless!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

my fight, my flight...

Magic has its moment
As it gives the mundane a colourful sight

The sun makes its moment
Night after night with its alluring light

Silence creates its moment
As the thunder loses its deafening might

Music feels its moment
As each note slips in thru the glorious glide

I wait for my moment, silently
To bask in the magic of the morning sun
For the music in me has not yet died...

Photo courtesy: NikonSniper 

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Stranded

Time stops, others pass by
I wait to hear the chime at dawn
The ring of unbound sweetness
But the hands are still
And moments lost
As I wait to hear the chime

They say I live in a Pegasus dream
Winged, but to fly in a desolate void
Where no spring of inspiration flows
Only dreary hollows of stillness
I see Prometheus with grey strands
As I wait to hear the chime, eagerly

I see a dark star smiling at me
A deep scar with no visibility
I am running against the stillness
Leaving my footprints in the sand
The wind rides the blue waves behind
As I long to hear the sweet chime at dawn…