Friday, February 26, 2010


life is short
fall in love, young maiden

before the crimson bloom

fades from your lips

before the tides of passion

cool within you,

for those of you

who know no tomorrow

life is short

fall in love, young maiden

before his hands

take up his boat

before the flush of his cheeks fades

for those of you

who will never return here

life is short

fall in love, young maiden

before the boat drifts away

on the waves

before the hand resting on your shoulder

becomes frail

for those who will never

be seen here again

life is short

fall in love, young maiden

before the raven tresses begin to fade

before the flame in your hearts

flicker and die

for those to whom today

will never return

(P.S. I couldn't find the Ikiru version, the one that moves me to tears, but this one isn't all that bad.)

Monday, February 01, 2010


I hereby welcome myself back to my long forgotten world of the blog.

Turns out every blogger has to churn out one of these meaningless self-conversational posts, and well I stopped swimming against the tide of tradition long ago. Infact I stopped swimming an year ago, of course I miss the shallow blue waters, maybe I will get back to it. All those wasteful hours my father spent teaching me to flap like a dolphin only to turn me into a turtle should be honoured.

So, boys and girls, let's enjoy one of those 'personal posts'. Insert applause.

So well, film school is life, home, love, destiny , enter other words of praise and pride. I am old. Hell I am old. Not necessarily a bad thing but it needs to be proclaimed in any trivial form as it can be. The reversal back to infancy will begin after eight more months. All words of wisdom should be censored and any words of wisdom will not be found on my carefully censored blog either.

Technology keeps moving on, emotions keep trailing behind, life remains and so does words.

I write now in a disciplined manner, I make films with a similar sentiment. Someday soon you will read me on your e-book or regular book, watch my film on Youtube or cinema, remember me or keep me on Facebook, whatever works as Woody Allen said and now I say it too.

Come back for more fiction.

Photo you want. I give.

Poetry you want. I give.

Lost and found
key and chain
all the children smile
but love with refrain
we say goodbye
and kiss the rain