31.7.13

Gauguin's Tahiti: A Poem

Days spent plucking out rusty nails
as the languid young women
offer you mango flowers
their Tahitian breast
like brass
in the golden sun. 

30.7.13

We'll Meet Again (Some Sunny Day)



We'll meet again,
Don't know where,don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds, far away.

So will you please say hello,
To the folks that I know,
Tell them I won't be long,
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go
I was singing this song.

We'll meet again,
Don't know where,don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

(choir)
We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

Keep smiling through,
Just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds, far away.

So will you please say hello,
To the folks that I know,
Tell them I won't be long,
They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go
I was singing this song.

We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when.
But I know well meet again, some sunny day.

— Vera Lynn, 1939
(Ross Parker and Hughie Charles)

27.7.13

26.7.13

#312

But I hear Nina Simone 
singing 'I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)' 
I am still alive, after all.

Wild Orchid

The journey was rough. But the hypnotic orchid fragrance got us drunk and perfumed our dreams.

25.7.13

A World Gone Wrong


Renegade

I have been experimenting with some new drawing techniques lately; playing with shades and strokes, here and there. The bold result - instant gratification. 


24.7.13

#308

But it was I 
who sucked the poison
out from your thigh.

20.7.13

The Long Way Back

It was late, and we got ourselves a flat tyre in some lonesome town on our way back from Andro. It took me forever to unscrew them nuts! A series of unplanned incidents unfolded as we made up destinations en route to nowhere. Life cannot be scripted. We lunched in the woods, drove a little more, got lost, drove again, parked our cars and climbed a mountain. Drove more. Made a stop at the local market in Kakching; bought some plants, and clay pots too. Drove more. Bought pineapples from road side fruit sellers on the highway. Tried bargaining, tipped them instead. It was a good day. 

3.7.13

Justine

February 2013

Melancholia