Braj- Uttar Pradesh

The same old line with new eyes
breathing on the top deck
dropping shoulders
meeting newborns
Brompton cemetery

That I might be part of this. Ripple on water from a lonesome drip. A fallen tree that witnessedme. Him alone. Him and me. And that life itself could not aspire. To have someone be so admired.I threw creation to my kin. With a silence broken by a whispered wind. All of this can be broken

HOMAGE TO DE CHIRICO

"Ce que j'écoute ne vaut rien, il n'y a que ce que mes yeux voient ouverts et plus encore fermés."

In 1977 when I started taking pictures, Italy and Venice in particular were my primary destinations. I used to arrive at dawn taking the last train from Milan. I remember walking, often in a dreamlike state which was then an almost permanent condition, losing myself willingly in the murky reflections of the canals...only seemingly lost to the surrounding beauty

TIME OFF!
WORK IN PROGRESS!

THE VEGETABLES

Today
The vegetables would like to be cut

By someone who is singing G-d's Name

How could Hafiz know
Such top secret information?

Becouse
Once we were all tomatoes,

Potatoes, onions or
Zucchini.

TIRED

"We're tired of being white and we're tired of being black, and we're not going to be white and we're not going to be black any longer. We're going to be voices now, disembodied voices in the blue sky, pleasant harmonies in the cavities of your distress. And we're going to stay this way until you straighten up, until your suffering makes you calm, and you can belive the word of G-d who has told you so many times, and in so many ways, to love one another..."
Leonard Cohen

For when my own voice?