A video that I made from pics that I took with my Nikon D40.
India's largest river Brahmaputra which flows through my native city Guwahati is the subject of my romance!! :-)
Mar 9, 2009
Sweet Dream Shillong
Mysterious evenings
and the distant strumming of the guitar.
People huddled together over glowing embers
the freshness in the dew soaked air
filling up my heart's innards.
The tall snow covered pine trees
and Jesus looking intently from the church
Children in bright woolens
and young lovers and their sweet nothings.
The intoxicated nowhere man lying in the dark, wet street
Oblivious to the slow life around
And the Kongs with blood red lips chewing kwai
the taxis crammed with comrades
ferrying them to never never land.
The abode of the clouds it’s called
and its crowning glory being Shi-llong.
The long winding roads
and the breathtaking view from Shillong peak.
The sails of the leisurely boats
In the silent waters of the lake Umiam
The Scottish cottages in its wooden antiquity
Remnants of the bygone days.
The beautiful damsels in Police Bazaar
dressed up for life’s carnival
their laughter fills the air...
and many a young hearts flutter.
Lazy Sunday morning
Sunbeam piercing through the clouds
cheerful birds and their fanciful flights
in the blue blue sky.
Beatles and ABBA joining hands with Dylan
music wafting from the antique radio in the porch.
People dressed and queuing up
to sing paeans to the Lord.
Old gents in tartan coats
with their smoking pipes akin to Sherlock
wrinkled, wizened and the signs of a good, relaxed life
ol' world charm and heart full of memories to hold onto.
The young widow with two tiny tots
Deserted by the guy whose promises meant so much once.
Bitter sweet is life's song
the crescendo intertwined with the low tunes.
Shillong gives so much to you
but it takes back some part of you too
some part of your heart… will forever belong
and roam around in the winding lanes of Shillong.
Shillong- mysterious, mesmerizing, enticing and a cloud capped dream.Kwai= betel nut in Khasi language
Kong=Sister (mostly used as a dignified salutation for any unacquainted lady)
My tribute to the beautiful hill-station called Shillong (Capital of Meghalaya) where I’ve spent some of the best years of my life. Have tried to narrate some of the most enduring images of Shillong that I still hold close to my heart...
Feb 5, 2009
Do you still remember?
Do you still remember?
Those sweet nothings that we shared
Sitting in the dew kissed evenings
The fragrance of the night jasmine
That enticed our minds to wander
Do you still remember?
A cerulean sky full of Hope…
And the spirit’s eternal shore…
Do you still remember? #Translated from a poem that I wrote in Assamese language.
Jan 27, 2009
Jan 8, 2009
A special journey called life
Another candle added
To the journey called life
Flickering in the winds
Reminding me of the years gone by
Memories of a lifetime—bitter and sweet
Ethereal and sometimes clinging to the heart
Trying to find some meaning
That was lost somewhere in mire
When the journey will end at the road’s bend
When Time will also lose its meaning…
Giving life a shy grin…
I’ll beat a slow retreat
Staying long but just enough
Bringing stray tears to someone perhaps
In some dusty photographs
Life’s unfulfilled promises will be met…
On the shore where spirits unite
It’s Faith that has kept me going on…
Coz one day I know it will triumph!
One birthday pic: Pizza Hut, Forum Mall, 7th January 2009
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