Nevermind Modesty ?

Face on, for there’s hardship and deceit everywhere
Seek away, for there’s truth and happiness set to be found …
Beneath the blanket of love and concern, immodesty you wear
If lordly you presume, all will bury below no different ground …

Ditch the loftiness, break away from being aloof
We stare alike mountain and stars, laying under the same sky as a roof !


Inhale ! Immerse !

Inhale, for this ever expanding world has forgotten peace within eyes,
Breathe, for the free bird wings through foulness that prevails.
Exhale, for there ain’t no truth in society’s laugh or cries,
Immerse, for when child’s muddled will wander those wild trails …

Footloose in a pursuit of zone incapable of vanity and vile,
Not to do away with hope after hundreds of thousands, perhaps its just another mile …

The majestic 15th century Mehrangarh Fort, a view over the desert rocks of Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India.
Making most of her childhood by swinging away in Koh Phangan, Thailand.
The royal and spiritual Wat Xieng Thong in Luang Prabang, Laos.
Leaping for a reflection over the mountains, the white clouds in outskirts of Huế, Vietnam.
A different dimension to open eyes, a sculpture of Buddha in Siem Reap, Cambodia.                                                                                                                                                                            World Photography Day.


Sun+Cloudscape !

I care not more for I stare at the face of sky.
Out in nowhere, I am to be no one.
Climb to the top of mountains for they recite tales of centuries.
A vision of canvas earth divine and untouched
The times I see, once this nature and these lands were free.

Somewhere away from Pushkar, India.

Labour Day – Gratitude

A class of men, women
The marvels of past and present
Laying foundation to dreams, feeding monumental avarice.
Pair of hands, legs and shoulders
Lifting ego of inconsiderate society.
The sweat and tears that roof holds,
The blood those walls bear,
Hard work the road binds.
Class of labour, never to forget and always entwined. Gratitude.

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Sharon Heart Govind

Midst the picturesque Aravali mountains, holy lake curled with 52 ghats and the most prominent Brahma temple rooted in its history; the drama-driven love story of Sharon and Govind was to be found nowhere but Pushkar.

Not often you find yourself in a lot of Rajasthani Rajputs and South Indian Catholics, all a bit clueless, a pinch anxious and clearly reserved with the baggage of their culture differences and lifestyles.

I loved it, knowing soon all that was to be transformed and tapped off with the beats of music, swaying arms and thumping feet, for laughter and excitement will make themselves sound.

A wonderful sight, when you see the doubts and fears vanishing in the thick-stubborn air of love, the twitching brows-forehead wrinkles turning into glittering ear-to-ear smiles and hearts elevated by the warmth, commitment and persistence couple had backed by the unfathomable love and support friends displayed in every step they took.

When you know it’s right, you’ve to work and labour for it. No great things come easy in life, in this matter their existence together.

From dreary tough times to the fields of sunny clouds, from massive disagreements to noblest reunions, from ceasing up to breathing together; Pushkar has always been symbolic.

After four and a half years of theatre of love, absurdity, naivety and what not, they decided to define once and for all – Tie the knot, go in circles, utter “I do” – Voila ! Married.

From where I stood, I couldn’t see nothing but celebrations soaring above all, happiness beneath everything, each sigh sounded intimacy from hue of a sunrise to the stars lit in the night.

Father above the vast sky showers his blessings,
Not only assets on paper and money in wallet,
Or jewels on a body and crowns on head,
Love in the eyes and good sense on shoulders,
Bends four-walled house into wide open earth of heaven.

Run. Roll. Live.
For ‘Glory’ will be born.

Govind Heart Sharon.
In Pushkar, Rajasthan.


Two Fishes

When one you can see and the other’s to look for.

Twirling and whirling between’em, she tries to elude.

In a little pond, musing over starlit drops she wants to leap.

Only, the other can’t be found.

Fill up your gills and take a plunge.

Swim. Float. Immerse.

For there are always two fishes!

One you see and other’s to look for.

In Delhi, India.


Gabi – Rich and Famous

An eight-year-old girl watched and remembered glimpses of Indian soap opera one day and instilled a bizarre fantasy to travel to the east, to that magic land of India.

Gabriela Mello; from Brasil, Belo Horizonte did put her feet on the land of exotics for the first time after 17 years of wait. Fantasy back then, had grew and nurtured as a dream of life over the years.

On 3rd January, 2014 she had the foremost pleasure of embracing the land of her dreams, soil of cows and gods, sniff and inhale the typical fragrance of air which many are cynical about. But not her, she left her native shores for all this.

An Ayurvedic therapist and lovely rock-climbing teacher, she went to South India for one month to pursue her studies in Ayurveda furthermore.

After finishing up the course, she planned to travel and here I was all geared up with travel plans and camera to do justice to her aspiration.

From desert to water bodies, from monumental forts to the epitome symbol of love, from temples to the street of monkeys; the girl is as crazy as she might be when she was 8.

A care-free and humble spirit, hope when she’s old and her grandchildren stumble upon the quests of her Vó, even they get inspired and show her these to bring a wrinkled smile on her face believing that indeed dreams come true, one shall just not give in.

For the infinite memories and laughs forever.

In India.


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