The Blush of Red

There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.

‘O Blush Not So!’ by John Keats

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Waterfall

You can’t trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.

– W C Fields

As piercing showers hit your pretty

face, replacing pretentious smile with

crooked obscenities, the ensconcing

veil was lifted and naked truth glintzed,

across the surface of tiny rivulets

flowing down your slender neck.

Stuck

Friend, brother, critic and nemesis, Mihir Vatsa recently embellished one of my shots with his characteristic excellent free verse.

Enjoy!

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Keep watching this space for the original, unedited photograph, and some more bonus shots from the golden sunset Delhi witnessed post last evening’s tempest.

 

P.S: It was brought to my notice that I tend to take people for granted. Coming from a very dear friend, I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. It is things like this that make you question your existence and the garb you don. Are you really who you think you are and are you projecting it successfully? Do you really love the people you do? Do you ensure they know of this, for what use is it if they don’t? Are you living a delusion too? It seems I am.

Well, to the friend, just know, I’m quite ashamed and deeply apologetic.

Delirium

A deified gulp

The sin?
My name.

In the name they Sin
and sing
of the Sins they Sing,
and
erase many a men;

base rats rule the world,
cutthroats revered,
deep cuts and rum tins?

A mark of intrepid pretense
while death –
the reward.

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Lest this post strike you as perhaps a tad abstract, let me take this opportunity to apologise for I find myself gripped firmly in the talons of an existential crisis and this is the most sensible thing to come out of the camera as well as my pen. Oh, and in case you’re wondering what that light is, it’s the flash from my Nokia E-5. This photograph has not been edited at all, not even the slightest bit. No, nada, nil. Zilch.