That time of the year. Group was performing for a lively audience in full gusto. The windows were thrown open, and the cheers and wild applause spilled out onto the street. Little else lifts the spirits like the season Spring.

The Edge of the Arches of Elvira. Tuesday, July 12, 2011. The shadows, they illuminate. The narrow razor edge between. The timing of the passion. And the shining light of pain. We knock like light on darkened doors. The knuckles seeking, searching for. The holy crevice, keyhole, escape. From the forms of thought in vain. Ideas, spiral, convex forms. Of canvas culture, satin steel,. That rise like wind, tempestuous storm,. And fall like raindrops as we kneel,.

For anyone who would care to read my thoughtscape. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. The Sun is not much of a problem here, in Bengaluru like it is say, in Hyderabad. A little over six hours later, I woke up in Spring. The sleeping bag gobbled me in overnight. A breeze cooled off my neighbourhood. I liked my own warmth cocooning me. What a contrast from last night! This man.

A sink for all my thoughts and experiences. Yup thatz me! Tricks of the tricky mind. The hurdle race called life. Ever done river rafting? Life is indeed .

El inicio de este blog en el mes de enero 2009 representa para mí la posibilidad de canalizar una cantidad de ideas, algunas de ellas sueltas, producto de pensamientos que han quedado en medio de la vorágine del año transcurrido y otras que tomaron forma en creaciones tales como la escritura y la pintura. Miscelánea de Mensajes en Botella.