Free
It makes me sad to see,
Humanities abandonment
to slavery
trapped in a cycle to provide
everything you do not need
and walk away from discovery,
for convenience bleeds
through the open wounds of your hypocrisy.
Its the meat u eat
of the same dogs we greet.
Lets share the same eyes
and planted feet
of our finite world.
Forgetting her sounds,
only the beeps.
Staying alert and aware,
of invisible messages travelling through the air.
To shine a light in your face
and forgive the dark
for taking its space,
as you breath in disgrace
these scents of our waste.
Continue the cycle,
until you fall flat on ur face.
But its ok you will forget
about me,
forget to be like the tree
and embrace the darkness you cannot see
and cannot agree,
to your death that is coming,
to set you free.
Gone not lost
there is this thing
a split between feeling and seeing somewhere
in between there lies something in the scene
im thinking and looking and listening to the thoughts ,the thoughts
tjat see,omg;y are yet are pt ,yse;f tje troll os jodomg rogjt om frpmt pf i////dpmt ne;oeve ot tjem kist tru and ne wrpmg o dare…..
i know your there hidden amongst some vague rant memory i know its not forgotten….continute the search but how will upon lmpw tje answer if you are unable to speak mr anderson?
one cannot speak code with your mouth yet the sound is there
maybe im just lying to myself
Still I need not infinite voices to show me the way.
Lune
Opening sights
to a closing night…
the darkness normalized
I return this word…
A lingering tale,
of otherworldly ties…
Rainy Day
Some People Like the Rrainy days and some people dont.
A lot of children like to get wet in rain, splash in the puddles and get dirty.
But sometimes there are problems in the rainy season
Some children fall down,
there are floods which children can not go to school.
some big people do not like the rainy season much.
But I love the rainy seasone.
and I always will love the rainy season.
In the schools pricipals dont like the children getting wet.
In the schools they give punish menths to children who get wet in the shool.
The Rainy season is from June till late september. – Me at 8 years old
Raincoats by Sonya Vajifdar
Models – Camilia Vajifdar and Alekha Engineer
The Other Side
Welcome to the Other Side…
Born of the Mind, deranged and wild…
Shadows unseen and often forgot…
You’ve heard the Melody,
its hook is caught…
A familiar feeling,
unusually fleeting…
Misplaced along this winding road to Evil…
The Puppet Master is at work it seems…
See the threads of our orange sun, its peeling!
Now boxed inside a dark tesseract….
A connection is felt,
through this thumping nightmare of the abstract…
Gridded walls…im trapped inside for hours…
Be still,
awareness is all…
Its body is ours…
As the rhythm keeps beating,
the Soma is seeping….
Loves salt sweating through its skin
and out its wooden body weeping…
The slime is vile,
but its fungus divine for eating…
L’escaping lost on moonlit roads…
Lets ride to the side where no one goes….
A beach somewhere along this stream of time…
Created for you my love… all by Mind…
But where am I?
The name lost somewhere along the prose…
When Moon cast her shadow on these once familiar roads…
No matter…
A thundering machine guides this crystalline night…
Dark Horse riding forth fearless…
Heartbeats synced,
chilling me to the bone with delight…
Still, it seems we’re on a road with no end…
A distrust in myself yet remains to be shed
Be still…
Breathe Now…
Drifting through yesterday in tomorrow-land but still how?
She roars at me…get your head out of the clouds!
Have you not heard this tune before?
I remember its sound…
Like its guiding me sometimes,
even when I am not around…
This Melody is sacred…
In my nostalgia it has awakened…
Hidden to be evoked
for these times truly wasted…
To remind us then,
when on the verge of extinction…
At the edge of the Great Abyss of Distinction……
to remind us of It……
…us…them….
We have Arrived
….The Great Wave…
Trust…Beauty…Life…Love…Death
….Violence….
What a marvelous Paradox…
To have needed Sound to feel the Silence…
Lakme Fashion Week 2012 (Part 2)
So the much delayed and extended second part of my foray into the world of Lakme Fashion Weeks….stay tuned for my coverage of India Resort Fashion Week 2012….
Lakme Fashion Week 2012 (Part 1)
So I was commissioned to photograph backstage at LFW’12 for Grazia Magazine. Naturally these are not the pictures that were used by them…These are a selection from a few rolls of film id managed to sneakily shoot on the side. Ive taken I shit ton of pics on digital and im yet sorting through the 700+ pics I was shooting per day for 5 days…ugh… One of the reasons I LOVE shooting film…sooo much less to sort through and select….But there also a shit ton of really cool colorful moments captured that id have never have managed on the slow as hell hassy…oh well….ull see em soon!
Rainsong
And once again
the rains are here…
Come my clouds,
blanket this fear…
Tears pour down
in sweetness and in sorrow…
I dream of death today as
my blood kisses her lips tomorrow…
oh monsoon breeze,
whisper a hopeful tune to me…
My vision of these skies,
brimming with mournful melancholy…
Earthy scents float by
fragrant with a time I knew…
Faint memories brought to life,
on this cold, dark, afternoon in june…
In these shades of grey
spread out over us all…
I see the shimmer of something new,
brewing within the storm…
For far beyond this ethereal gloom,
the Goddess of Love is revealing a shadowy tune…
Behind these curtains she dances with our Sun…
a rare, mysterious affair….sensual but fun….
In rapture, these skies burst out at the seams…
Her rain-song is upon us,
delightfully dripping through the leaves…
Washing away clean
all that has ever been…
slowly revealing her lustrous self to me,
under an enchanted monsoon green
Well wipe each other dry under fresh linen,
as we taste the divine sweetness of this nu soft faery skin…
Our desires roam free…
This monsoon dreams of erotic serendipity…
Its wild thunder roars and crackles from above…
As we celebrate this time
to come together in Love….
Dragon Tales
In this year of the Dragon,
under the shadows that had been…
As light slowly mixes in with the dark,
its one of those magical nights,
to practice a sacred lunar art…
Our infinity gaze is soon connected,
with those spirits of the night we once befriended….
We remember the nights when we all would dance,
mesmerized as one under a moonlit trance…
Now silence envelopes these starry skies…
A flash of light darts past the corners of our eyes…
Those mysteriously shifting spies of the night…
Like the All Knowing Owl hidden out of our sight…
Moving amongst these friendly stars,
are they from earth or from far beyond mars?
In the stillness of our stares,
we wonder what lies out there…
like the feline mind…seduced by the dark..
Its in the Unknown we find our creative spark…
Its that Divine Feminine that dwells deep Within…
Beckoning us into her waters,
come into her,
loose yourself as you swim…
All these words connected..
This visionary dream collective….
Put them together in different ways,
for the heart it expresses,
the unexpressed conveys…
To be on my own,
I walk within…
Waking to the rising sun,
dreaming with its sin…
I dance to this feeling
of the interconnected, silently screaming…
This awareness of the new,
infinitely coming into being…
Songs, birds, words,
brilliant colors paint the evening sky..
The whole mystery coming together
as I gaze into the twilight…
Over the sea this word reflects…
Onto the sky this city interjects…
Oh these twinkling lights
above and below…
Guide me I hope,
towards the next rainbow…
To the moon who does not forget
and the mind who dare not rest…
Theres nothing to be afraid of,
for in my dreams I have only friends…
Manasi Scott Live at Blue Frog
An absolutely spellbinding performance…thank you Manasi! You ARE a Diva(shaken with spices)!
Nothing
Treading the fine line….
A spoken word once divine…
The sands of Nothing sweep over…
It’s meaning lost in the particles of time….
Annoying little things its hard to shake them off..
The Nothing… It sticks with its own kind….
In the stillness of It’s mind,
the Tree of Life has been formed…
A Crow sits atop still,
waiting for the setting sun to fall.
Staring….It looks back into the Void.
Is It to be Something, feared by all?
We reject It’s cause,
placing a meaning into the pause…
A word spoken is a dance undertaken…
A train of thought
destined for infinities station…
A loop de loop,
through the pain and passion of It all…
In this superposition we meet,
answering to Nothings call…
The paradox of the world
its stillness unperturbed..
Whats beautiful in the end is…
Nothing….
Its also just a word
You play the Light and I the Shadow. 