Un coin de chair

Saturday, 16 January 2016

 
days begin in rosy hope, the night was beautiful, laden with dreams.

morning, paris

Thursday, 3 September 2015

 
In magic is faith, in faith is magic. I shall live.

afternoon, selje

Thursday, 5 February 2015

 
Like pearls around the neck, dreams cling to buses that go everywhere in the world.

late morning, paris

Saturday, 15 November 2014

 
Somewhere, we bind ourselves.

afternoon, guéret

Monday, 10 November 2014

 
The lamp shall burn, in cold rain, amid people's happy indifference. No one shall seek, yet its radiance shall seek of itself.

afternoon, oslo

Friday, 21 March 2014

 
Somewhere in a drawing room, the carpet will be blazing, the dancing legs will be pink and orange, every evening will bring delightful detachment from life. Spin, spin, spin.

sunset, mumbai

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

 
Sink into fog, sink into water, sink inside yourself. Outside there is nothing but your own images, distorted in visions of reality. Sink and be dead/born.

early afternoon, mumbai

Sunday, 29 September 2013

 
The bee's sight is blurry. The bee looks for flower. The bee is black. The bee will be erratic. The bee will live his own life. The bee will not know he lived. The bee will live.

afternoon, bangalore

Sunday, 1 September 2013

 
I will run and run ... into the unknown's known.

afternoon, somewhere in turkey

Thursday, 28 February 2013

 
Magic shall follow wherever the will will lead.

late morning, somewhere in austria

Saturday, 9 February 2013

 
To lose amidst games is to create memories.

late afternoon, bergamo

Monday, 31 December 2012

 
Man has walked on. And thought himself lord of all time and space. Snow falls, keeps falling. Snow erases space.

early morning, manali

Sunday, 23 December 2012

 
Men hurtle towards decay and foul breaths; walls bearing their graffiti are revered as dust gathers.

morning, delhi

Thursday, 15 November 2012

 
Truth is where silence is: it is within.

late afternoon, prague

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

 
The demons are gone; now, let's celebrate our inner ones.

Dussehra, hyderabad

Saturday, 13 October 2012

 
Among returning cyclists, tired students going home and filling-up bars, the sky will quietly fade away, quietly.

early evening, toulouse

Tuesday, 2 October 2012

 
Eternity will be spent in waiting for it; good cheer shall make its own music.

Advent, linz

Monday, 17 September 2012

 
Let me fall into the stream or plunge into the abyss: but let me walk in the fog and feel myself so intensely as never.

early morning, feldkirch


Wednesday, 22 August 2012

 
like kites, my will soars in the sky; like death, my going and coming shall pass unnoticed.

early evening, bodinayakanur

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

 
there is no better home than the places where you move from: fondest memories, a life always.

morning, bangalore

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