Sunday, January 16, 2011

You are the truth you know.

You are the love you feel.

You are the anger you control.

You are the pain you hide.

You are the joy you seek.

You are the past and the present.

You are the life you choose to ignore.

You are the broken heart you thought that wasn't.

You are the strength that you fear.

memorial art

So I thought a tattoo in your memory will make me feel better...

Make me feel worthy of going through the pain for you...

I know its not even a percentage of the pain that you went through...

I know its not even close to what you felt...

Yeah it doesn't really make me feel better...

It doesn't contain the love and emotions I felt...

I don't think anything I do here will make me feel better...

I can only hope to have faith in life and love again...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I dont know what to say.... I love you poo ... always will... u know that.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Moving on as a way of life

Moving on from the baby steps we take to the first fall while riding a bike

Moving on from our first kiss to the first heartbreak

Moving on from the coca colas to the beer bottles

Moving on from good habits to bad ones and then back to the good ones

Moving on from a like to a love

Moving on from riding a bike to a second hand car

Moving on from jealousy to self-security

Moving on from almost pass marks to a second class in final year

Moving on from a bad relationship to knowing what we want finally

Moving on from one job to another and another till not knowing when to stop

Moving on from flirting to commitment

Moving on from disbelief to faith in religion

Moving on from life to death and back again...

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Stray dogs

What’s it like to sleep on the road, in a warm bask of sunlight?
Bathing in the morning yellow glow, wrapped up like in a warm blanket of sun rays.

I’ll never know.

Those stray dogs looked so content today.
They sure must’ve slept better than I did on my bed, with two blankets.

Monday, January 04, 2010


When we were young we designed bookmarks and collected the cool ones with funny sayings or unique designs. A bookmark had its own attitude.

But nowadays we've almost done away with them...

I've seen people use a restaurant bill, boarding pass, visiting cards, and my very own current bookmark-take away menu of an asian cuisine joint! :)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


It is so simple to create an idea out of the abstract.

They possess details like a butterfly’s wings.

Perfection matching layers of skin examined under a microscope.

Beauty like that of a flower with morning dew.

During the formation no other form or object disturbs us.

We breathe and feel our little creation.

So chaste and untouched.

Excitement fills us from our heart and radiates to the rest of ourself.

And then comes along a fact or a friend who says, “oh that? Its already been done…”

Emotions cease to understand each other. Do I smile or freeze?

And alone one wonders if the same idea would’ve been different had I tried it out.

Or would it be a copy of what exists.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Death. You may know when its coming. But you'll never be ready for it. Ever.