feather trees

for winter
has stripped
them bare

in bitter cold
they stand
as

giant feathers
against the blue
and white

awaiting
the promises
in spring

this shot was taken at Hakuba, Nagano in March 2004, during snowshoeing

my dream hangs

a thousand
colour threads and yarns
i use
a single dream to weave

upon the mobiles
it hangs still
till the wind brings
joy to the golden bells

in quietness
my dream drifts
between the breeze,
the tinkles

and the stories they tell

a display outside a shop in Little India, Singapore

a child's mind

whatever is raw
is pure
whatever is pure
is beautiful
whatever is beautiful
has to be simple

fluorescent lamp

life is like a moth
caught in the casing
of a fluorescent lamp

trapped in the light
waiting for the days
to be consumed

for freedom is between
the pair of wings
frozen in space

inspired by the dead moth which was not removed from the lift I use at work

future in the past

in looking for a future in my past
i conceal the past to hasten the future
and in the midst of it all
i lose the present

the directions i seek
come from the voices
around me
they speak of confusions and illusions

so i stable my mind
by fixing my gaze
on a boat which i hope has it's
anchor sleeping on the ocean bed

it bobs gently
on the sea of ignorance
subtly and hypnotically
like a spell

i am drowning within myself
directions no longer hold any meaning
my zeal has died
i am lost


shot was taken in December 2006

half-filled cup

The cup with a print of four puppies
and a bee,
half-filled,
was on my working table
over the weekend.

After the weekend,
the same cup
was left on my working table.
I emptied the cup.

And start the week afresh.

the cup I use in my office