*blink

i was looking for some stuff online, but the internet quietly informed me "sorry, you are looking for something that isnt there anymore."

yeah, no shit. i am.

udhar jao

this blog is inversely proportionate to footloose

went that way

some footloose here

more coming up...

bit

The delirious neon glow of passing signs notwithstanding, it is otherwise a blatant sky lost above cluttered truths, the peripheries of trust and its various anomalies.

Its almost a malady now, this indifference. A forced manufacturing of defeat.

Dust

Her, they said

Her feet, rusted, powdered, sly

One on the parched, crumbling afternoon soil

The other in a breathless squirm of stories

Outside the kiln, dust rises from her hair in bouts of orange smoke

She cries buildings, she cries roads

She cries walls, cities and water coolers

In broken gasps, she throws civilization out of her soul

for everything else, there is...

Some photos and eventual drawings, doodles, artwork, mindclutter over at FOOTLOOSE. 

see you there?

This remains the address for my random rants though.