they told us to pick up one animal, maximum 2.
i picked up a butterfly with white and blue wings, and a cat. but it didn't feel right to keep my animals suspended somewhere on empty canvas so i also picked up a tree and created a jungle for them to live in.

At the construction site

Brushing through her red hair,
Naked,
caressing her
metal arm,
Heavy breath,
Obligation,
Harder,
Deeper
Sigh,
Steady rhythm.

Flesh...less,
stump of the future that we cut away.
.....................

The tree looked at them from the distance.

Infinity

Infinity,
I liked the sound of the word.
in fini ty
fini tea in
tea in the end
you in the end
the end in you.

Pause,
look around,
breathe.
Finite infinity.

Relax the muscles,
Fall,
Infinite,
stretched in time
extension
intention.

Find...
infinite ending.
Exit.

It will pass.

Huligemma

It's a stupid game! a child cried and threw a ball out of the window of a fast moving car. They were on a highway, the most boring highway ever... even MacDonalds was nowhere in sight. The child was bored. The school holidays began few days before and his parents decided to take him to visit his grandmother in a dull town few hundred kilometers away from home. Grandmother would make sambar for them, dessert of banana and juggery and force him to drink buttermilk every morning. He hated it. All his friends had time to loiter in front of tv and watch cartoons all day and it was only his unsophisticated parents who insisted on embarking on that tedious journey every summer. Everybody else was allowed to have fun with the latest version of TRANSFORMER.5 on the tablet while his parents wouldn't even get him a smartphone for his birthday. Life really sucked with them and he often dreamt that maybe he had been adopted and one day his real parents would ring the bell and take him away to some foreign country where the sickling smell of coconut oil would not reach his nostrils at every corner. But that was only a dream, the reality was that he was trapped inside the moving car and the only way to express his frustration was to throw out that idiotic ball outside the window. Such a boring toy!

Huligemma lifted three more stones and placed them in the basket. The supervisor insisted on keeping there three more, but she knew that she would not be able to lift it then. She was not a weakling, it's not that - she even knew how to climb a coconut tree, but there were no coconuts around, only dust, stones, asphalt and the building that was higher than any coconut tree in the village. It was summer so her parents decided to bring her with them to work at the construction site of a new apartment building on the outskirts of a big city. She was twelve. Or at least that's what she thought she was for nobody really remembered the exact year when she had been born. How did it matter anyways? What mattered was that she was a child of her parents and thus had to help them in earning money so that they could send her younger brother to school. She left school when he was born. Her parents wanted her to take care of him when they would be away.... and now she was away with them. She missed the village, the trees, the cow and the girls who would go together to the river to do their laundry. Here the sun was high above and she would often get scolding from the supervisor for being lazy. Her reminded her of a teacher she once had at school. He would make her stand up, stretch the hands and the hit the knuckles with a ruler. It hurt. Her knuckles didn't hurt now, but her back did after a day of work at this dready construction site. She kept her head on a pillow made out of her mother's sari and closed her eyes. When she slept she saw their village and the girls playing with a blue ball by the river.

The commandments.

These are all those simple truths that I should have learned many years back but unfortunately it took me a bit more time to give the exams in the subject called 'life'...

Don't beg for love. You are worth being loved and there is no need to beg for it.

Happiness lies inside. No outside person can make you happy but you yourself.

Be grateful to all those who promised you help but never actually helped when you needed it. They helped you a lot. They helped you to discover your own path and prove to yourself that you actually can.

Whatever you give will return to you one day. So give love.

Your birthday is every day, as every day you are born again to discover new things!

You don't have to be the best in everything you do. Your being is more important than your doing.

Keep the negative thoughts at bay. What you think is what you get.

Take risk. It's worth it. Even if you fail in some things you will succeed in other.

Be grateful for what you have. You have much more than many other people in this world.

Walking alone allows you to meet many new interesting people on your way. It allows you to stop whenever you want to and take a detour whenever some new paths open. Walking alone is not lonely. It's beautiful and it allows you to discover yourself.

Write, sing, play, paint.... be happy... That's what life is about....

Many smiles to you all!

Silence

Silence is eloquent said he.
Silence is a very prominent figure of speech laughed I in response.
The traffic was heavy,
the music was loud,
the thoughts were screaming.
We were sitting silent
until he stood up and left hurriedly to his work -
the speeches had to be made.
I remained silent.
A thought run across the highway,
I think she saw a forest there
and for a moment
thought
she could sing like a bird.
.
.
.
.
.
.
He switched the radio on...

The work in progress

The work in progress reached the point of regress as it was pointed out by the progressive regressor outpointed by the work in question.
Exclamation mark.

Minutes...

No I don't.
Shall we?
What if?
But...
Please...
Sometimes
I'd like
Would you?

I think the sparrow once came to say yes.

Six degrees of separation...

Six degrees of separation is the theory that anyone on the planet can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances that has no more than five intermediaries.

Six degrees of separation... Only six people between you and me. Did you know that? Will you find me? Will you search for me?

It's been many years now since I embarked on this journey. We both did. You and I. Together, even though we've always been separated by time and space. I can't remember how it all began. Was it a train? a bus? maybe metro? or did simply begin by walking far away beyond the horizon of all these things that we knew from our everyday lives? I don't think I remember, do you? Your hair turned grey I guess... and so did mine, but I still smile to those memories of you... Do you smile when you think about me?
I know how it started. It all began with a dream that made us walk towards the unknown, towards each other. I was just a young girl then, a twelve year old child. And you? Do you remember how old were you at that time? I created you the way you created me.
It was that simple dream of being rather than having that made both of us walk for may days... I walked far away, and so did you I guess... We've changed a lot... You and I... But I don't regret, and neither do you I guess... Each day made us walk closer towards each other... So far away through time and space... so close...
Will you make tea for me? I'd love us to sit on the roof and watch the stars... I'd love to hear you teaching me about all the constellations above our heads...
Will you tell me a story before I sleep? I'll wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you thousands of silly stories of a silly girl who jumped once into a deep river...
Will you tell me a synonym for 'embark'? I need it for my story. I won't help you with synonyms much, but I would coin thousands of metaphors for you.
Do you paint? I think you do, but you don't tell anybody... but I'd love to see... Will you teach me about painting? I've just began to learn.
Do you have a dog? I'd love it if you do, but please tell him not to chase my cats too much... Could we work in an animal shelter for some time? Please...
Do you think we could build a house together? Only you and I, with our own hands? A house among thousand green trees by the lake...
Do you think communities really exist? or did they just steal the name and applied it to chilled out parties and high trips? Do you think we could find a real one? Would you take me there? To that place where we could be with people and write, act, learn, move, play, sing, paint, express... BE...
Will you exchange books with me? Have you read Murakami? Because I haven't, but I could tell you about Marquez... And could we start running a small library together? Do you think story telling is nice? Maybe we could read some stories to the kids together?
Will you laugh at my jokes? Will you let me run around the house for hours pretending that I speak with the French accent? Will you make me laugh when I cry?
Will you bare with me when I try to play the higher notes on the flute? I know I keep striking the false ones... Will you learn the piano for me?
Will you sit with me on the floor of the train by the doors and look outside for hours saying nothing?
Will you write letters to me? Will you keep them secretly under my pillow?
Will you teach me how to make a box?
Will you learn thousands of new things for me? And will you teach me them after that?
Will you let me steal your shirt in the morning?
Will you make me work on my core and biceps a bit? Will you make me fly?
Will you paint me when I'm old?


Are you smiling now when you think about me the way I'm smiling now thinking about you?

It's been a long journey... Would you like to sit with a cup of tea?

The Parrot's Squawk...

She never learnt how to speak... Speaking is for others. They have all these beautiful words that they gift you at every occasion. I remain silent. The only words that come to my mind are those silly ones that you laugh at... 'You do like a good quarrel' you said...
And then I go home alone... And I sit... and write... and paint...