tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72109507651637001252024-03-20T02:50:35.050-07:00fractals and fairytalesThis is a zone of peace for my demons and angels to congregate, a journey from death-metal to dhrupad traversing desiring machines, and an account of sporadic outbursts resulting from my experiences.
"I don't think about art when I'm working. I try to think about life." -Jean-Michel BasquiatParhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-9086992920070539642011-10-24T23:31:00.000-07:002011-10-24T23:33:42.534-07:00Double Polarisation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwAA4mpg8lhCiaD7RB8H7uTHkW9aKDYdx6WozaMk5VXkuTIpg8pvN21AjZwdul66bjipgNs6dxO5BB1N7AuADYe_eecGjVrgkDgzZW93Yy0cCb3FMj1sK1GLQyAt-usYhcfOkbN6J13VM/s1600/25+Arijoy+-+Double-Polarisation+-+6.5X4%2527+-+2011+-+Oil+on+Canvas+.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwAA4mpg8lhCiaD7RB8H7uTHkW9aKDYdx6WozaMk5VXkuTIpg8pvN21AjZwdul66bjipgNs6dxO5BB1N7AuADYe_eecGjVrgkDgzZW93Yy0cCb3FMj1sK1GLQyAt-usYhcfOkbN6J13VM/s320/25+Arijoy+-+Double-Polarisation+-+6.5X4%2527+-+2011+-+Oil+on+Canvas+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667314031194171506" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-86388908137632188712011-06-23T09:44:00.000-07:002011-06-23T09:48:29.042-07:00Schroedinger's Cat/ Amour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHl2de8A-KfK9eEQViGEok5Ooi-VhhUeTd6IhWQPU6KAl6ePPk12Ao0w1ZmQgH8j06u6SA3xiOLZf1GJ8n1Rb7iaTqqhB4xfgfk7EDNEL3ZYZ5LmxY3cCwnMFjYNRIvWuEflFDBhmKqty/s1600/21+Arijoy+-+Schroedinger%2527s+Cat%253A+Amour+-+2011+-+22X30+-+Watercolour%252C+Ink%252C+Interference+paint+and+Holographic+film+on+Paper.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHl2de8A-KfK9eEQViGEok5Ooi-VhhUeTd6IhWQPU6KAl6ePPk12Ao0w1ZmQgH8j06u6SA3xiOLZf1GJ8n1Rb7iaTqqhB4xfgfk7EDNEL3ZYZ5LmxY3cCwnMFjYNRIvWuEflFDBhmKqty/s320/21+Arijoy+-+Schroedinger%2527s+Cat%253A+Amour+-+2011+-+22X30+-+Watercolour%252C+Ink%252C+Interference+paint+and+Holographic+film+on+Paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621457853663889266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This work is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend where he compared Schroedinger's cat with Tristan and Isolde. The ramifications of the supposed tongue-in-cheek remark helped me in conceiving this composition consisting of a QR code, a rorschach image and an ancient Indian symbol i.e. the arrow of Kama, the God of love.Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-46615406853825284472011-05-07T04:14:00.001-07:002011-05-07T04:17:21.217-07:00Catenation and Biomorphism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaxj1_Gd00VbjWwJttYyDAfjU0dZs3_WmLwoc5UflFA6lfsCmzT7B8jL95_MlP0oeq3yuskSxZlTW-r9pwtyLYpSQbGU3BSPoZbopMpz9qdbpRwWHieFN9heV-7pbVZOClpdHomEO0wiV/s1600/9+Arijoy+-+Catenation+-+Soft+Pastel+on+Black+Paper.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGaxj1_Gd00VbjWwJttYyDAfjU0dZs3_WmLwoc5UflFA6lfsCmzT7B8jL95_MlP0oeq3yuskSxZlTW-r9pwtyLYpSQbGU3BSPoZbopMpz9qdbpRwWHieFN9heV-7pbVZOClpdHomEO0wiV/s200/9+Arijoy+-+Catenation+-+Soft+Pastel+on+Black+Paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603931334703179218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD74fgtS6mAlLTvDPUnceFcrdUSvSYiG6ITTBALr2KDASYcEBNjWfL5UvsV6ITX5Ce86aX0oeS6sT2cbxAdh_i2hLyuqjeiCXExeOqf8D62Ufp4pcVMg6hWxiB8BKRcymWhNy5_zVvalDZ/s1600/10+Arijoy+-+Biomorphism+-+Soft+Pastel.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD74fgtS6mAlLTvDPUnceFcrdUSvSYiG6ITTBALr2KDASYcEBNjWfL5UvsV6ITX5Ce86aX0oeS6sT2cbxAdh_i2hLyuqjeiCXExeOqf8D62Ufp4pcVMg6hWxiB8BKRcymWhNy5_zVvalDZ/s200/10+Arijoy+-+Biomorphism+-+Soft+Pastel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603931613306788354" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-5714205785594369912011-04-20T02:22:00.000-07:002011-04-28T06:43:40.325-07:00Lunar Phase InducerThe phases of the moon filled with polycephalic patterns overlapping to the point of non-representation. The sound of the gesture was recorded to create a correlations in terms of length and repetition with the phases and desire respectively.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKKseapcC9zQqrVRU1wYSHHOGeYNAHEtHExsIgUyVgdDtNmwQNon8XBHR4Jfa4U7D09GPHw7zyuqxKElw3GNRGbtwJGS8hz6LwT8r0uy-Fu44Ga_NsvDw6qCCfjovKIO5rMwj4Ww6_RPp/s1600/20+Arijoy+-+Lunar+Phase+Inducer+-+2011+-+Pencil%252C+Ink%252C+Interference+Paint+on+Paper.JPG.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKKseapcC9zQqrVRU1wYSHHOGeYNAHEtHExsIgUyVgdDtNmwQNon8XBHR4Jfa4U7D09GPHw7zyuqxKElw3GNRGbtwJGS8hz6LwT8r0uy-Fu44Ga_NsvDw6qCCfjovKIO5rMwj4Ww6_RPp/s320/20+Arijoy+-+Lunar+Phase+Inducer+-+2011+-+Pencil%252C+Ink%252C+Interference+Paint+on+Paper.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600628439011719042" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-64332552581751933862011-03-31T12:45:00.000-07:002011-04-01T04:50:35.538-07:00The Internal locus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3F6tMQ2SDz5YQDJtDBT0mXRxD7SkugsVoTn757JmntqY-_px0V0W7qh2OAe2efmEcu5INnSUPUiIALGG9OqNJCQ3RvA8EWfhlOw2pIBfffWW9d5_G0R0qxcTZJdqSQkH0zi5CERiVEZg/s1600/18+Arijoy+-+The+Internal+Locus+-+2011+-+Watercolour+on+Paper.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie3F6tMQ2SDz5YQDJtDBT0mXRxD7SkugsVoTn757JmntqY-_px0V0W7qh2OAe2efmEcu5INnSUPUiIALGG9OqNJCQ3RvA8EWfhlOw2pIBfffWW9d5_G0R0qxcTZJdqSQkH0zi5CERiVEZg/s400/18+Arijoy+-+The+Internal+Locus+-+2011+-+Watercolour+on+Paper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590581206351086002" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-8336052919667671042011-03-21T11:42:00.000-07:002011-03-21T16:38:51.608-07:00The Threshold<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjGHkIEHI_pLJcOq79VKybVWhiwRQkjA5rwCKxmSqA6pVD9gk1dUxu01WhMzq_tiK0LEcyYc8lKIHIAzIU7icK70adEuR7tJHE17U3YGninw4_ZdWt6FGfMW97aycw7jdHTDX15Pl5XqJB/s1600/17+Arijoy+-+The+Threshold+-+Ink+on+Paper.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjGHkIEHI_pLJcOq79VKybVWhiwRQkjA5rwCKxmSqA6pVD9gk1dUxu01WhMzq_tiK0LEcyYc8lKIHIAzIU7icK70adEuR7tJHE17U3YGninw4_ZdWt6FGfMW97aycw7jdHTDX15Pl5XqJB/s400/17+Arijoy+-+The+Threshold+-+Ink+on+Paper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586681752045016354" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-53612929654927359072011-02-25T07:47:00.000-08:002011-03-07T08:46:56.390-08:00Nishachar IV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20HnlywdwzZNXwR4IDV0Ap4hgbgj4WCOQzoiJ_McY4j2qlNdVnbUXmSbKPh7-r3WQffWV90FjJujQ4aAjIOidY-SU9tYwikaMiLSukSYJk2OM2Hwkkb4eLyg8mjWF6r3eRukdl0u4Lnrv/s1600/14+Arijoy+-+On+the+Highway+-+Ink+and+Interference+paint+on+paper.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20HnlywdwzZNXwR4IDV0Ap4hgbgj4WCOQzoiJ_McY4j2qlNdVnbUXmSbKPh7-r3WQffWV90FjJujQ4aAjIOidY-SU9tYwikaMiLSukSYJk2OM2Hwkkb4eLyg8mjWF6r3eRukdl0u4Lnrv/s400/14+Arijoy+-+On+the+Highway+-+Ink+and+Interference+paint+on+paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581380457187317122" border="0" /></a><br />"Why are truckers wary of the evil eye?" That malevolent Dionysiac gaze keeps him awake in the odd hours as the car whizzes past sleepy hamlets. He stops at a dhaba and lights up. 125 km left to reach Shivpuri. What if the town turns out to be what its named as. A tiger's hide in a dank cave is not what one expects to sleep on after having spent the better part of the day on the road. There seems to be a tiger reserve there though. Boards sporting a not so potent image of the felid. Seems to be part of a campaign to refurbish M.P.'s tourism. His gaze shifts to his Bombay Natural History Society T-shirt reading "Tiger Tiger Burning Bright". Then who's not burning today. Burning oil to reach home. Oil that fuels technocapitalism and wars over divinity. Burning the midnight oil to learn to look at the world reflected on an obsidian mirror. So many straight routes, lives being spent in cuboids. But then home is where the heart is. A Sanjay Dutt movie blares keeping the rather drunk medley of mustachioed burly men reassured of their machismo. He strokes his beard and boards the car. Another truck sports a woman in waiting. "When are you coming home ?". Women and their cosmic dance. The breeze is cool. The winds of maya blow across his face like a tiger spewing out time.Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-51202920148847667722011-02-04T04:54:00.001-08:002011-02-04T19:22:37.729-08:00Deep Down Ascend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Tam3nfpKvkXBr-lqw-naBc2KreN7EqxhoMiNkEa6ZzwdgcL73nHCe9MGuicx1XZIZm4Xlxu9-fXV0GkMRVCdehibjvQpfW023fcakCY2SA6LIh7Ga-bWVkHpVDAyNL2XEqCvW0UWSg8-/s1600/13+Arijoy+-+Deep+Down+Ascend+-+Ink+and+Interference+paint+on+paper.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Tam3nfpKvkXBr-lqw-naBc2KreN7EqxhoMiNkEa6ZzwdgcL73nHCe9MGuicx1XZIZm4Xlxu9-fXV0GkMRVCdehibjvQpfW023fcakCY2SA6LIh7Ga-bWVkHpVDAyNL2XEqCvW0UWSg8-/s400/13+Arijoy+-+Deep+Down+Ascend+-+Ink+and+Interference+paint+on+paper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570040643904338434" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-38793381808468357682010-12-24T09:18:00.000-08:002010-12-24T09:26:13.012-08:00The Red<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_k2ErbVPLr9htmugYlFNmWkI-ReDcbZuW9Z0LMosYOLEJNhX4I7FqFAPh1YDpHE8IkSc21BvUdzT2cHODgpTt0bl2LjsciLj5nDUss9v7DRjgDOgonGB9svPoXjZSymv7dRHmO_Rg_2s/s1600/13+Arijoy+Bhattacharya+-+The+Red+-+22x30.jpg"><img style="float: left; 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height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy3GQpiCAVP6pz-DB62w4G7_Zng8YFJL1NyoA7bSXSyRpggBCc9atjX4Cc3dzJybjt9yOKMmkjxRtPGH7MQjLfFyFv83N5KEIW0TRcCJrSPPmbIjUDMzQF-urhNoZ9Z08OfyqbO6b-Q1mr/s400/16+Arijoy+-+Beauty+School+-+2011+-+Collage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590801360541097010" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-38717529678556120962010-04-01T12:29:00.000-07:002010-04-01T12:39:03.584-07:00Cardiac Cycle from Contradictions Collapse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHACDga_G9dHbISqIX3Os9UPRGdKoLEXf-t-lP6BlYMpsTlDTWi6127GJIKnJxjdK-HjWSmT9hvJ7N7PUk7Qd7X-lVHykzc11Ccjj0Ap-FXyTOBz6apkuyiN35yILur5P92NDvEn6Zp3GP/s1600/DSCN4162.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHACDga_G9dHbISqIX3Os9UPRGdKoLEXf-t-lP6BlYMpsTlDTWi6127GJIKnJxjdK-HjWSmT9hvJ7N7PUk7Qd7X-lVHykzc11Ccjj0Ap-FXyTOBz6apkuyiN35yILur5P92NDvEn6Zp3GP/s200/DSCN4162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455253672276529378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1TnOOKFlMkf3KyNrntB-h6brRlIl-NwLpx5dxPd8QlbPbd05Ljw1Ew35n_E1NtIsYSL5WUIk45w_3qzAvawoGQiIkpohdFIoPF3vrDmRfH9TwH3rL2RWHQ2KLSWqknaCBckHuXEuvn2_n/s1600/DSCN4163.JPG"><img style="float: left; 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Atrial Systol<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />2.Ventricular Systol<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />3. DiastolParhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-12226548028699889802010-03-16T20:10:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:06:26.675-07:00I<span>I do not exist now,</span><br /><span>I am what I will be,</span><br /><span>for I invented time,</span><br /><span>and time invented me.</span><br /><br /><span>Life remains a war,</span><br /><span>death the victory.</span><br /><span>I am the end of time,</span><br /><span>Time the end of me.</span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-3467648732828209952010-03-08T15:10:00.000-08:002010-03-11T07:54:37.879-08:00Contradictions Collapse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAY_rWkIVbCQAoACXp7k99zaOCc7t3tDPxeH_phpT0fKMxQaphzztOJEXz7yC89zKyhkYrWTBb9gLv2rfeMhAYAcowa7MdcMyd4yJ_78g1Ul2gWhJkAs_jEnxwrox5UVaq3-AzGlCTc7i/s1600-h/Contradictions+Collapse.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aIaFPM8r4WWHuQvn7aHsDTSjsN5hOHvWtc6gKOpeHu44tD5-4sy9pHTlotQ-SfpXHuem7dwRsgkvST7DuSLtlpDTIB3O_W0hWy_1FUpY2W2ZJgx94u6e2bODZWZ0mXxzCvWSoowUoyRe/s320/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422937649846601090" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-59753720051640958852010-01-02T08:17:00.000-08:002011-03-21T15:07:15.806-07:00Nishachar III<span>Purloined wood crackles,<br />bringing warmth to sunken cheeks,<br />and the heart's cockles.</span><br /><span><br />A cigarette glows</span><span>,</span><br /><span>like a cyclop's watchful eye,</span><br /><span>moving to and fro.</span><br /><span></span><span><br />Sweet mischief of dogs,</span><br /><span>under an orange streetlight,</span><br /><span>looming in the smog.<br /><br /></span><span>Idols worn and wise,<br />in states of sacred neglect,<br />under peepul trees.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Under angered skies,<br />the metropolis still breathes,<br />weaving memories.</span><br /></span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-1482264123772940452009-12-16T19:00:00.000-08:002009-12-16T19:08:03.009-08:00Presto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKVOybsfhuEiVrRR3-Ois8wGVn95gYuyvTGdcvvCo05y8Aaz5GDsy5fuEzEtyEiXsYZ6Ya3lqf42-_jkqlPnuRwuckGktznRvSTdf09gjTlg0TDG2OWrNLsFsBRaUguntfosTz6LsvzPg/s1600-h/DSCN3783.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AgUsrB8QPQm-6-atgLt2hpLkrg6KOS6ciDqSRoOXGOKCgbMm8FF5GEPl0T5JiqArFCer9sqN258tXRCJPt2kvLJ7Z__70GtJvNFcNhO5vxig140fvL9Fc_6Ih0SobN3Fz_xNsB7KJnMa/s320/DSCN3785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416035237573908386" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-74408678332258146962009-12-16T08:16:00.000-08:002011-03-21T15:07:43.455-07:00Nishachar II<span>The maelstrom of thoughts is dying down,</span><br /><span>as dawn caresses the city with her soft glow.</span><br /><span>Sweet sleep beckons the weary eyes,</span><br /><span>that gaze at the sky turned blue.</span><br /><br /><span>Smoke from the last cigarette end,</span><br /><span>sways in the sun out of the window.</span><br /><span>Light and dark dance in courtship,</span><br /><span>their conflict an eternal ruse.</span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-91065136411710569222009-11-10T16:54:00.000-08:002010-02-09T20:56:10.772-08:00The Silent Hours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKpulWhyphenhyphenXmVCdoSVZ7i3tDb1fs7fhvuV0C8q3uDqA2Xc1sSb6-MNGLEz6RsBtrijkwhLJRbtk-8It4hQG5SewVqhMZMrQ0qrrMG7fh2cDBfOMnskcLfsWUdyBjG5yRHwDX2FfZaHv_FfB/s1600-h/DSCN3717.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKpulWhyphenhyphenXmVCdoSVZ7i3tDb1fs7fhvuV0C8q3uDqA2Xc1sSb6-MNGLEz6RsBtrijkwhLJRbtk-8It4hQG5SewVqhMZMrQ0qrrMG7fh2cDBfOMnskcLfsWUdyBjG5yRHwDX2FfZaHv_FfB/s320/DSCN3717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643490374314994" border="0" /></a>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-87613944618220443432009-10-25T04:04:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:08:29.992-07:00Oceanic blues<span>Welcomed by the roaring waves and the plaintive cries of gulls, the wanderer stepped into the wet sand. Broken shells twinkled from lascivious heaps, catching his eye. Searching for the perfect one, he walked past them with a sigh.</span><br /><br /><span>Crabs fled into crevices as he trudged along a rocky outcrop. And there he chanced upon a conch, nestled in the shadows, like a virgin in slumber. He held it close to his chest and thanked the ocean.</span><br /><br /><span>On his way back he saw a silhouette against the drowning sun, headed for him. It was the maiden he had imagined in his lonesome moments. He offered her the conch and she smiled.They held hands and danced under the rising moon on the sand, their feet drawing lines, and writing out the way they felt for each other. They walked into the water. The tide rose fast, and so did the amorous tempest within them, with every returning wave. And the night made way for another day.</span><br /><br /><span>The eyes of a crab glint in the first rays of the sun. The signs in the sand have been filled up. The wanderer has moved on.</span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-21569606340419222942009-05-21T10:12:00.000-07:002009-06-24T11:06:25.301-07:00The Wish Withheld<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeigIP_dwUTMuw_p88cXp00cR793Kkos4BrMt16_gt7_KvIzNyTlbMuNp7UaSTEM6N0mCgUmTRr-iwhxlBJA8hTeIkdnJtKqXwMDbOUyfnkvraO5FkfaqJyyJAqTVdCQdVk-zpE-Fm0vzU/s1600-h/DSCN1912.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338326614616994370" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 224px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeigIP_dwUTMuw_p88cXp00cR793Kkos4BrMt16_gt7_KvIzNyTlbMuNp7UaSTEM6N0mCgUmTRr-iwhxlBJA8hTeIkdnJtKqXwMDbOUyfnkvraO5FkfaqJyyJAqTVdCQdVk-zpE-Fm0vzU/s320/DSCN1912.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-136526999839432452009-05-07T09:09:00.000-07:002009-05-07T09:12:34.025-07:00The carp and the lotus<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLJKO6ohRxKIWkXcatDmooqW-RxJrUDcmbxVb38iCxL1ucMh3AcFitZBkTKj1X6EZLFF4l49oXRrRhWNIhMIyIJayVLs9MPKCP1w6XIVGfN5FO0VqGxS6QZsIPFFFaB4fVwldcUf55g9R/s1600-h/DSCN1649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333115468520975682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLJKO6ohRxKIWkXcatDmooqW-RxJrUDcmbxVb38iCxL1ucMh3AcFitZBkTKj1X6EZLFF4l49oXRrRhWNIhMIyIJayVLs9MPKCP1w6XIVGfN5FO0VqGxS6QZsIPFFFaB4fVwldcUf55g9R/s320/DSCN1649.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-71296708314698630952009-04-28T10:37:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:09:17.529-07:00The Wish<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nocturnal leaf-fall - an angel's footfalls;</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">descending the steps from heaven</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">awoke the eye to scavenge the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for a meteor - an omen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No meteor is there and the wish is withheld</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">for the sky as ever is leaden.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A wistful beast weeps inside a wise man</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">while another sleeps in a maiden.</span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-59372996625826216802009-04-20T11:02:00.000-07:002011-03-21T15:09:44.079-07:00A Thousand Mirrors<span>Prologue:<br /><br />Anger- a nightmare with an empty manger,<br />Hungered by tears & shouts in solitude,<br />Gallops out as ego’s avenger,<br />Leaving behind a hateful legacy-<br />Reason & sanity, blind & mute,<br />Wallowing dazed in the mud.<br />A remorseful soul rapt by her beauty,<br />And recollections stained in blood.<br /><br />Of a man faced by a thousand mirrors:<br /><br />Demons rise from deep down underneath,<br />Hiding me from a world I hate.<br />I don’t have a heart of lies to unsheathe,<br />Just a masquerade to forget,<br />The causes I stand for,<br />For the world are make-believe.<br />So I come back to this world,<br />For a stroll alone in the streets,<br />And a smoke in the cold evening.<br />I find myself in the faces I meet,<br />Hate bred behind every wrinkle and brow,<br />Honed emotions, destined footsteps,<br />Anxious all the same, except of a few,<br />Living in a memory, or under self-stricken madness.<br />Youth wasted in getting grocery in time.<br />To stand apart from the crowd,<br />Beauty lost and the ugly mimed,<br />Swinging to drab tunes under a shroud,<br />Of trends set by a hierarchy of puppeteers.<br />Well-bred men eager to join a futile rat race,<br />Ill fed mothers forget to wipe the child’s tears.<br />From boyhood to manhood curses showered,<br />Towards walls, that ricochet off to nowhere.<br />Before these very walls, shadows douse sanity by joints,<br />Turning their backs on the world I hate.<br />Into a lake of hope lovers toss coins,<br />Moths flutter into their flickering fate,<br />Mannequins stand self-absorbed unaware,<br />Of a man faced by a thousand mirrors.<br /><br />Epilogue:<br /><br />My sky weeps in hateful remorse,<br />moths seek shelter in death alight.<br />Seduced by mannequins along the course<br />of my journey through another night.<br />A shrill wind through my veins,<br />and eyes red not from tears,<br />holding onto time's reins,<br />I ride to resurrect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yesteryears</span>.</span>Parhelionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05342450929940822639noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7210950765163700125.post-81591958849326089932009-04-16T08:48:00.000-07:002009-06-24T11:05:49.027-07:00The Lugubrious Highway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2scDSmBUvN7rojBs0jXkprkV1hUB0o51ZciFaD6AJBJjxCgPNNoZqVKTtNAQGU_YYoDZ3tHBbHT4OUQThyBYLGyfExiyLgSUgcRoDzlXU1ht1LvBhVgaFPt9ss0k4wKpeH3dJeZriV_5F/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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