In harmony, secure

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

Blue, mask, blank wall

A mask, blue and a blank wall
Right inside my mind, framed

music from the big yellow

The carved brass loud speaker of a gramophone. 

The radio makes hideous sounds - Bob Dylan

Random clicks

Classic Case

Twist in the Classic Case

Melee at the Gate

India Shining...

Pyramid... 

India Gate, New Delhi

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).

Rustic Clicks

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

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 

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!

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 

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…