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.

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