Happenstance ( A poem)

"I am so sorry"
"It hadn’t been my day"
she said
fazed
as a peach , blushing
red
contrite
dishelved
trying to wipe
the lipstick stain
her face,
radiant
in the new light
trickling through the clouds
peaceful
angelic
perfect
lightness of her head
I bore
pinked
a sense of content
Scent of
Bergamot Jabuticaba Frangipani
Vanilla Jasmine Lavender Mace
encircled
me dazed
That was forty winks ago
she apologizes now
(regret?)
She said
"I am so sorry"
She said
", It hadn’t been my day"
"It’s Okay"
"somehow I feel it is going to be a good day", I say

The sign..

Do you see the sign?

In case of an emergency...

Er...Run !??

Light through looking glass

Little drummer girl....

She beat her drum..

The Band ...

They played on...

Roof top...Blue sky

Lost Children...

Hetrosexual. Homosexual.Bisexual. Asexual. Transsexual. Metrosexual.

The Lost Children.!!

T8

Pabuk..10Aug2007

Assortment...

cross connections

Walking the line...

Some times it is all about ..the uncharted opportunities...endless possibilities ....

awaiting to be ventured...

sometimes it is just about the rush..

The Sketch

Please don't ask questions

Ants , Toy cars and Mongkok (the busy corner)

Mongkok on Building

Ants , toy cars & Mongkok

Trapped vs Freedom

So they are trapped in this little space?

Make a small opening for them to escape .

Give them freedom and they will die.

Can not handle freedom .

Don't ask for it if you can not handle it.

Sometimes it is better this way.