The Evening for all and everything
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds, hummed the Lullaby. Those who
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame illuminated the map of heartbeats,
Almost a thousand battles
They were on their way as the thirteenth hour woke to Keep Shelly In Athens’ ‘Dont Fear The Reaper’. The
The Evening for all and everything
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds, hummed the Lullaby. Those who
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame illuminated the map of heartbeats,
Almost a thousand battles
They were on their way as the thirteenth hour woke to Keep Shelly In Athens’ ‘Dont Fear The Reaper’. The
Stadium Mast Lights
The wine was sweet and the chalice even more so. Under the celebration lit by moonlight and fireflies, the moment
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut. But the point is to reach the lights first. Sit,
Stadium Mast Lights
The wine was sweet and the chalice even more so. Under the celebration lit by
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut. But the point is to
Stadium Mast Lights
The wine was sweet and the chalice even more so. Under the celebration lit by
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut
Beyond the golden lights are curves, crisis’ and the cut. But the point is to
The vines, witness to their meeting
The rain drove them towards tea and shelter. The gentleman passed her the first cup while the barbarian leaned back
The Fallen Leaf, sometime in Sanctuary
Once this one strummed warm golden rays, shivered upon raindrop greeting and mused about deep roots and high branches. It
Sometimes the tired sunlight reaches out and paints
Between the two gray towers, sometimes the tired sunlight reaches out and paints the shadows of my neighbours tree onto
The vines, witness to their meeting
The rain drove them towards tea and shelter. The gentleman passed her the first cup while the barbarian leaned back
The Fallen Leaf, sometime in Sanctuary
Once this one strummed warm golden rays, shivered upon raindrop greeting and mused about deep roots and high branches. It
Sometimes the tired sunlight reaches out and paints
Between the two gray towers, sometimes the tired sunlight reaches out and paints the shadows of my neighbours tree onto
Street art near the LMS compound
Street art near the LMS compound. Lazy shot taken on a tummy sated with scrumptious grilled chicken, fluffy khuboos generously
A gift of sunlight, emerald and relentless growth
You might find one of your favourite tea stalls shut down and missed the last warm pazhampuri, but the capital
Street art near the LMS compound
Street art near the LMS compound. Lazy shot taken on a tummy sated with scrumptious
A gift of sunlight, emerald and relentless growth
You might find one of your favourite tea stalls shut down and missed the last
Street art near the LMS compound
Street art near the LMS compound. Lazy shot taken on a tummy sated with scrumptious
A gift of sunlight, emerald and relentless growth
You might find one of your favourite tea stalls shut down and missed the last
There are some who slip into adventures with you
There are some who slip into adventures with you. Spirits entwined, drift between sparks against time and absence. Vapour from
Between the swing, the bench and boulders
The teacher and the student must have sat here teaching each other. They must have shifted places between the swing,
For some, the festival of Lights is every day
For some, the festival of Lights is every day. The dance the dusk does through the veil of Mother Earth’s
There are some who slip into adventures with you
There are some who slip into adventures with you. Spirits entwined, drift between sparks against time and absence. Vapour from
Between the swing, the bench and boulders
The teacher and the student must have sat here teaching each other. They must have shifted places between the swing,
For some, the festival of Lights is every day
For some, the festival of Lights is every day. The dance the dusk does through the veil of Mother Earth’s
The headless uncle and other sculptures
This is not the first time she had intruded into discussions in the garden of statues. Long after the meeting,
A friendly flower
A friendly flower somewhere between waking coconut palms and folks leaving dreamland. A marker that this spot is of soft
The headless uncle and other sculptures
This is not the first time she had intruded into discussions in the garden of
A friendly flower
A friendly flower somewhere between waking coconut palms and folks leaving dreamland. A marker that
The headless uncle and other sculptures
This is not the first time she had intruded into discussions in the garden of
A friendly flower
A friendly flower somewhere between waking coconut palms and folks leaving dreamland. A marker that
