auto_6_20.03.2011

volcano
thunder cloud/ dark cloud
shy
angry
egoistic
cynical
sarcastic
boy
man
anti-social
cute
human
nice
clear
etc.

recently, depressed, dukhi.
"Depression is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person's thoughts, behaviour, feelings and physical well-being. It may include feelings of sadness, anxiety, emptiness, hopelessness, worthlessness, guilt, irritability, or restlessness. Depressed people may lose interest in activities that once were pleasurable. Insomnia or excessive sleeping, fatigue, loss of energy, or aches, pains or digestive problems that are resistant to treatment may be present."

am i depressed? why?

if there is some "nice(r)" person there, i would like to know how kind life has been to him/her. how has being nice benefited him/her in life?

feel free to add onto the list of adjectives.

My feet sink into the sand as a stand on a constantly shifting landscape which is shaped and re-shaped by the waves and the tide. It rises from the sea midway between the fort and the village. the city does not stake claim here. The sun shines through the white clouds which hang suspended like a tattered white fabric against the bright blue sky. The rays filter through it and descend upon the earth and greet the city that stands on it.

they gather from somewhere inside.
assault the head.
mute the voice.
seize the smile.
wipe the face.
empty the eyes.
hollow out where they reside.
discomfort!

what am i supposed to do with them?

vesave

My blue 2mm clutch pencil.
It is topped with a pair of electric blades.
Blades for shaving.
Sharp and precise.
They tie me to my chair, hold a mirror in font of my face.
They skin my face with the beard and moustache as I watch.
It is my fucking pencil you arseholes!
It is meant for drawing!
The pain is unbearable.

I wake up.
Feel my face.

If the world just leaves me alone, I can get some sleep at night!

beach

Someday I'll fly

Someday I'll soar

One day I will be so damn much more

Cause I'm bigger than my body . . .

it took three months of looking.
sometimes alone, mostly with sona along.
very frustrating.
cynical i had become.
today,
out of the blue,
i found...

my sole mate.

I stare down a hole drilled in the exact center of my forehead. it is an inch wide and four or five inches deep.
They drilled it through the skull and into the brain.

The pain is unbearable.
I wake up and check my forehead for the hole.
Bad dream.
But the pain was real.

I am afraid of falling asleep these days.

The Ambassador UFO hovering above Churchgate.

The Trident cast its shadow on the monsoon cloud hovering above it.




The city gets more gorgeous each time you look .
In the right places.

These two images I found hiding, while browsing through gigabytes of old images.

byculla, jj flyover

the crow

It began with my eyes which first made contact with that text, followed by the finger nails and the skin beneath. The capillaries in my finger tips turned black as they too make contact with that text.

Black traced the route to the heart through the veins and arteries.

Black travelled to the brain.

The face wore a black smirk which broke into an evil grin.

morning-giantess-city

It is four in the morning. I can see her, the city herself in deep slumber. She sleeps with peace on her face, her hair flowing freely in the wind and her eye lids are sealed shut. She is wrapped in a sheet black as the night. Her body lies still apart from the movements that give life and her pulse is normal .
As day break approaches, her sheet begins to fade, loses its colour to reveal her body, a denser fabric itself. The sky turns deep blue-gray, as the first solar rays caress her body. Blood now flows through her veins and the organs are now functioning. Her body is busy. She opens her eyes, she now awakens and rises from her sleep.

Naked, beautiful and alive!

feeling out of place in a known crowd.

auto_5_02.03.2011