…and the river flowed, like my thoughts. People hiding in the shadows. Quiet, listening to the music the river made as it tripped over smooth stones. Over the bridge old saints stood guard over humanity, sentinels of faith and belief. Far above, beyond my reach, a lone cloud spiraled in on itself like a shy child unable to open up, hiding its many secrets.

Abandoned and empty. A place where time has no meaning and the windows look into emptiness. The world moved on, into newer places. But the old still exists. In a world all its own. Stripped almost bare yet full of meaning, waiting to be understood.

Two of my favorite colors. Green, the color of new life. Blue, the color of inner calm.

The lights fell
From the heavens
Streaking our senses
With raw emotion

The skies split apart
And showered us
With shattered sounds
And sizzling colors

It was a night
Of pomp and passion
It was a night
Of visual violence

Something from my archives. I almost always post portraits in b/w. But there was a certain harmony to the colors in this photo and therefore I refrained from converting it to monochrome. Hope you will the feel the same once you look at the photo!

Electricity
Slaps his yellow thigh
Looking at his World
Of light and glass

Circuits twitch
In his topaz eyes
Insulators hum
In his platinum mind

Electricity
Pats his coppery stomach
Watching his silvery tentacles
Caress a few billion stony hearts

Plastic smoke swirls
In his metallic innards
Wet blue fire pulses
In his golden nostrils

Electricity
Extends his hollow hands
Enveloping the universal dark
In packets of star flame
Strung out like electric highways

I spent a delightful weekend with some friends in Wurzburg, which is in the south of Germany and therefore could not post anything new for the past few days. As usual I came back with a bunch of photos which I now need to process. So until I can post something from that trip here is something from Cologne instead, taken about 10 days back.

This was shot wide open in very low light conditions, at high ISO and inside a dimly lit, Cuban themed pub. Therefore, it is a little soft in terms of sharpness and has some noise. But inspite of all that I quite like the way this looks. Has a certain mellow mood to it. Almost like the way one feels after two drinks-reflective and melancholic, thinking about past good times with a nostalgic smile playing on one’s face!

Something from a few weeks back when we had gone to see a World Cup match.

Once upon a time
In a land faraway
There was a man that time forgot

He aged but backwards
The wisdom of age giving way
To the passionate anger of youth

He fought with gods and fairies
To reverse the flow of time
To set right all that was wrong

But alas! destiny denied him
His just victory
He is but a faint memory now
In the eye of his beholder