Spot the frog! :)

Do you see me, yet…?

Ok …How ’bout now…?!

haha..!

The seen and unseen…

Soft pink light... yawns in weariness as the sleepy tree watches the sun fall asleep...

A shard of Broken mirror...

Nature's Capuccino..!

Gaurding beauty...

Lone sunset..Reflecting...

A giant anthill or a hut...?

May I please steal some colour...?

Relaxing in the breeze...

God's reflections...

A slim sliver of a lake, just visible underneath her tresses...

Windswept..!

Ripples...

Unaware..!

Roots...

Gray leaves...

Desert flower...

Hidden realms..

Unaware..!

Resting...

Stricken...

Twilight..hiding underneath my thatched roof...!

And the celebration…!

Her first love, the rain…

long shadows..

sad and drooped..

In a blur..

she rests..

just like her..

Not exactly holding hands..

The fruits of patience..

Riding on the white horses..

The rain on her face…

An ode to eternal Love.

On the lovely beach, the two would meet –or at least try to- everyday, and each time Her mother dragged Her cruelly back by Her long tresses as immovably as His father, who was as hot as a stovetop and cooled down only at night when the prodigious crickets sang to his delight and the lovers’ plight. But one day they made an undying oath that they would meet each other forever henceforth, so in anger if She was, She would rush to Him, away from Her mother and return in tears if dragged back. So did He stand alone by day and night for a second’s sight of His betrothed- as He does today, shining golden and handsome beneath our feet, waiting at sunset and sunrise to meet the lovely waves and as He will be for all time without an end.

the two would meet…

Once in a heartbeat.

“Once in a heartbeat!” the Moon said, “I see the two meet everyday”, to which the said the sparkling Sky, “Watch and you will have to swallow your words, for love is not all good as she is made out to be!”

At the end of the stipulated time, the Sky was heard laughing,” I win, for the fifteenth time, the two have not come even today!” to the Moon who had shrunk so much that she looked like a thin paper arc, wispy and frail; but even as he said it, they saw two dark figures running up to a holly tree, it was them of course, meeting after many days! As the Moon watched with renewed hope that seemed to strengthen her, the Sky darkened, fumed and fumbled for words and the Moon turned to her saying “there you go!” but she only saw a blushing Sky and his flaming bald head sinking beyond the horizon and she smiled bright and silver for all the world to see as she does even today upon lovers beneath her with an otherworldly glee…!

the sinking sun..

for another goodbye..

And the era begins…

Be careful to dwell on each one…as you look thro’ my looking glass..

click on each one…a thought for each is all i want from you as a reward…!

The clearest blur…

Living…and being lalive..

In full bloom…!

Lost…

Just don’t say it aloud..

in the eye.

little wings..

Caught!

and thro’ dark clouds..

1 message recieved.

when i woke up and looked around…

looks like the tree is straining to clasp hands with the clouds…

and her worry!!!

speak your mind..

From the threshold where it began…

the house shelters naught but ashes…

{its NOT a wallpaper!}

a home in a house…

and yet..

of gossip and giggles..

burdened …

you do look small from up here…

Am i?