storming for days . . .
still, there's something about
the scent of rain

storming for days . . .
still, there's something about
the scent of rain

je suis votre silence
le bruit de votre douleur
le clignotement de votre rêve
je suis, votre mémoire
votre présent et je suis également
ce qui est de venir
je n'étais jamais à vous
j'appartiens à ma propres ombre et âme

bitter chocolate..
chocolate cakes..
click of time...
super x films..
asthma attack..
timbertrails..
peach aftertastes..
creamy meals...
shadows and shadows and shadows...
mountain cliffs..
bridge view...
tappan sopa - sapo sauce..
10 candles....
on the window...
10 million candles...
below it...
eyes to see..
see through...
woody fragrance..
green and gold....
enveloped around me while i dream..
mountain kiwis..
morning's frost..
clouds in my hands
i flew...n flew and flew...

few more days to go.....

its either going to be a "surprisingly" good week...

or it just wont match up to my energy level.....

nothings great...
im just getting old'er'

blossom time . . .
she doesn't speak of him
but I know that faraway look

after the rain
cherry blossoms
shed drops of sun

I feel green....

three kids....barely clad...
dancing in the rain...
clap clap..jump jump...
life at its best...


13 days to go before my mum sheds tears again...
she does it every year..remembering the time a 20 year old held an unbelievingly small mass in her hands for the first time..


Adi got a 96 on 100.......for the first time he said
"im the best".........it was good to see him happy....with himself....


Green is my favourite colour of the season....
i feel green...
im wearing green...
my room glows in a soft green...
and i have the most sutttle green and gold curtains that move like the wind...
swish...swish...

rains are good....
but not in deserts...
where they dont belong...

a cotton farmer in Vidarbh...
not a thread to cover ...
the wrinkled skin...

two little kittens..
grey eyes.....
in amazemet...
adorable..