Curves and Colours



Curves and Colours



What I do in my spare time 3!

Scenery

Still Life

Still Life

Dennis the Menace

Dennis The Menace

What I do in my spare time 2

Calvin and Hobbes

What i do in my spare time...

Butterfly

Love don't live here anymore...

You bang the door, leave; I'll see your face for breakfast in the morn!

Why do we disagree on every point?

 

Hands on my knees, head over my hands. I weep...

I know no one’s coming through that door to night.

 

Thoughts run in my head, will be a better wife I say to myself...

If only you could get one chance to voice out!

 

I’ve been listening to you all my life

It’s been weeks, months and years

 

Now it’s my turn, I will speak

I see only walls they hear me speak

No regret if the door does not open tomorrow

I’ll have my pie with the wall

 

Everyone fighting, screaming, tears and cries!

All I see is love don’t live here anymore...

The world is getting smaller...and colder.

My colleague is sitting right across the table and I ping him on Gtalk to converse..

I don’t have time to catch up with a childhood friend..

Used to plan to meet, fix up a time and honour the promise,

We didn’t have mobile phones, we could not check if the other person would come,

I would wait under the tree fully aware, my friend will come

Life is classy, fast and easier..

But it lacks the warmth, the feeling of seeing a person face to face, a friendly embrace.

Emotions are valued less, time at work and money replaces human interaction

Feels like I speak to the computer more often than I do with my near and dear ones!

Life is getting faster and time for friends shorter..

If I were to chose my life 10 years back over all the technological advancement I am exposed to now..

I would choose the former..

Nightmares about nonsense!

Me: "Hey! It's been long!"

That irritating voice in my head: "What?"

Me: "I haven't posted anything on my blog!"

That irritating voice in my head:  "Thats ok! (sounds bored) who reads your blog anyway?"

Me: Don't be rude. "You know I like writing to an imaginary audience :)"

That irritating voice in my head: "Well! Nice way to avoid disappointment :P"

Me: "It's not that people are not interested in reading my thoughts..."

That irritating voice in my head: "It's about the fact that are your thoughts good enough to be read!?"

Me: (thinking...)

That irritating voice in my head:  "Hey! That's my job! You go write your rubbish.. You are at your best when you write nonsense!"

Kiss of Rain

Its not dew, nor just a drop of water

Its fresh, straight from the sky, the thought of it makes me feel cooler.

I sniff the air, the soothing smell of wet mud gets stronger

And I wonder why some of the best things in life are for free :)

Its a tingling when the drops roll down my hand

I know I can stare at the sky and for a long time just stand.

Children run to play, people rush out

I stop the car, tumble out to enjoy the downcast clouds.

Days get shorter,  travelling is not easy

I am unable to get up from bed, I feel so lazy!

Its amazing how the first rain affects

Never again does the downpour give you the same effect.