Parallax

Limitless.. Endless journey..

Parallax

Limitless.. Endless journey..

Following the rhythm

Life is like this stream.. Flowing endlessly.. All i have to do is nothing but keep flowing..

Sparks of life and beauty

Yet another evening..

Mystic lust

Rain!

Mathuthi

Yet another day with kaveri river. Water in summer is rare. Cool breeze. Green valleys. Sun tries to hit hard; very hard. Even the breeze has turned out little warmer.

Rivers are the vein of civilizations, now or then. Or more like the mother and children. Feeding her children, later abandoned. Sometimes remembered. Life like human! Miseries and Happiness. She would yell and roar in mansoon.. Turning shy like a bride in spring.. Hard life in summer.. Everything...

Certainly  amicable, even though a little scary at times. Yes, that is also a part of history : Just like how she gave birth to civilizations, she wiped them off as well.

Gone with the Wind

It is funny, that i don't think about the distance covered when i climb. Getting greedy to go high. Only point in mind is , to reach on top. And after reaching the top, sublime for some time. Then will be looking around,for  another ,which is higher. Still, the way up is forgotten with the sands left.

Climbing up is always followed by climbing down.

These small hills of sands will also be changing in time. Nothing is permanent. So, as the efforts to climb..Even memories can be "gone with a wind"..

Ineffective scarecrow!

We're all ineffective scarecrow for time. This is the time i feel So numb. Moving on with the flow. Don't know where i am going to reach or which shore is better. Let go.

Lights in the corridor

There is always a way. May not be smooth enough! At the end of the journey, there is a wide open space. There are lights, just enough to get out. And the green leaves cover the sun. After all, it is a part of journey. Part of life.

Wet reflections!

There was a rain. The unusual rain. Rain over the reflections. Unexpected, good but unnecessary. Rain drops will dry off.. And reflections on the mirror changes. But at the moment, yes, that is a wet reflection. Momentary beauty.

New 'Old'

A new day!! I don't feel any difference though. Anyway its a good chance to start over with the new calendar. The first sunset of this year. 2012.