Sunday, 22 August 2010

Sole Stories

Feet tread along oft trodden streets
Amidst the city’s blare, slippers beat
Into the dusty grounds of kuccha roads
Past rows of static cars and bright signboards.

Feet: lost shoe, torn chappal,
Stop for a rest beneath a signal.
Scorching sun burns the sole
Slowly working its way into the soul.

The heart beats slower and slower,
The sari gives shade as eyes lower.
But the feet have to tread on
Into the dusk, from the dawn.

Feet wander aimlessly through the day
But cannot find, in wandering, a solace.
Heat works its way into the sole
And slowly the walking stops.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Camera lens images

Sepia mode.
The sunlight bristles
Through the branches of my mind
In hazy shades.
And my mind-
Not black, white or colour
Takes the infinite hues of
Dull brown and off-white.
Feelings metamorphose
Into thought,
And dream of
Yellow and green.
Finally the picture,
Complete,Stands on its own,
And the photograph
Presents itself
In print.