On the way to hyderabad — second sunrise of 2009

Ball of fire, can I hold you in my palm?

Red, round and brilliant —

Why don't you climb down from the horizon

Wade through the sea of fog

And step into my heart?

Manair

There are wells in the sandy river.
Well, do you give sand, water or mud

Kazipet

Kazipet —

A mish-mash of railway lines like intersecting lives

Take one different step

And it opens up a new vista of unimagined possibilities

None right or wrong,

Coz it's the journey that matters

Not the destination...

Cotton clouds

From the cotton fields on earth to a sea of cotton in the skies —

Toil of blood feeds one

The other, a Master paints.

Yet we forget the human struggle to pay homage to the artist divine