Kolkata Krayons 1

Kolkata Krayons

From the city of joy, known for its devotion to goddess Durga, the offerings of a flower are common customary. 

Life-Scapes

Life-Scapes

As a traveler, the weekends come with an urge to move around in the empty wide spaces of nature. Often i join the troll of my friends to abandon my streets for the varied perspectives of empty lands.

The ample beauty of solitude and parched lands allows me to retrospect and introspect my head-space.  often I get the luxury to have a conversation with my self far away from the city shore.

Far away from the human grounds, lies a world of wilderness. where nature is wild, the hunter is a prey and the prey is the gladiator. 

There is a horizon, where the water meets the sky. the earth is serene and the air is pure and fresh. The life is still there. Perhaps that's what a heaven is.

Sometimes I feel like eloping into the vast sky, way above the mountains where the boundary walls are not made of brick and cement. There is enough food for everyone, greens for the eye and love for the hearts.

The ever lasting poem of Rabindranath Tagore plays in my mind: Where the mind is without fear ... into that heaven, my father

let me spread my wings and fly away

 ( a bit of my version)

Stories of solitude

STORIES OF SOLITUDE

We often travel alone but seldom we enjoy the luxury of solitude. We look for silence in the noise of city traffic yet we forget to reach out for a shout when we can fill the silence with our voice. Understanding the silence and speech is akin to solitude and companionship.  

MUMBAI AWAKENING

MUMBAI  AWAKENING

The city which never goes into slumber, enchants me every-time I visit it.  From the crowded alleys of its local trains to the hush-hush speed of people, the city is always running in multi-direction. the people are emotionally detached to each other but often seen attached to the city. 

I spent few minutes at the platform waiting for my fast local, i figured that within a drag, whole of the frames swipes into the another entity. I made a self imposed task, missed my upcoming fast local and decided to click the portrait of the platform in next 7 minutes till the next train arrives. here is a glimpse

The Sky

Endless possibilities

Vivid Imagination 

The Canvas and the clouds

CHAPANER - Chapter 1

Champaner (ચાંપાનેર شمبنر ; Muhammadabad) is a historical city in the state of Gujarat in western India. It is located in Panchmahal district, 47 kilometres from the city ofVadodara. The city was briefly the capital of Gujarat.

It was founded by Vanraj Chavda, the most prominent king of the Chavda Dynasty, in the 8th century. He named it after the name of his friend and general Champa, also known later as Champaraj. By the later 15th century, the Khichi Chauhan Rajputs held Pavagadh fort above the town of Champaner. The young Sultan of Gujarat, Mahmud Begada, deciding to attack Champaner, started towards it with his army on 4 December 1482. After defeating the Champaner army, Mahmud captured the town and besieged Pavagadh, the well-known hill-fortress, above Champaner, where king Jayasimha had taken refuge. He captured the Pavagadh fort on 21 November 1484, after a siege of 20 months.^[1] He then spent 23 years rebuilding and embellishing Champaner, which he renamed Muhammadabad,^[2] after which he moved the capital there from Ahmedabad. In 1535, after chasing away Bahadur Shah, Humayun personally led some 300 Mughals to scale the fort on spikes driven into rock and stonework in a remote and unguarded part of the citadel built over a precipitous hillside on Pavagadh Hill. Large heaps of gold, silver and jewels were the war booty even though Bahadur Shah had managed to escape with a lot to Diu^[3] Champaner is today the site of the Champaner-Pavagadh Archaeological Park, which UNESCO designated a World Heritage Site in 2004.

The above text have been copied from wikipedia. A brief research during my visit to chapaner. although i clicked more than 100 of pics there but few ones just strolled my mind as they are quite close to me.

RENDEZVOUS

                                                                   
                                                      RENDEZVOUS




Some empty glasses
Some old wine 
An unusual place 
For two to bind. 
Some empty glance
Some curious eyes
An usual place
My lips always find. 
The cold breeze 
The chill shrivel 
Some usual space 
I hide.

Haiku: Busy Lanes

The smoke of his thoughts

whisper of secrets on my ears

busy lanes.

Tanka

             

                                                                 TANKA


                                                   empty bottles
                                                   sour breaths
                                                   love bites
                                                   erotic nights.