Whispers subside as an inner world comes to life and breathes into the thoughts a self assuring vigor. Provocation reverberates with the essence of being, as long as it is untouched by the adulteration of the ignorant. Myth-in the definition of the fools- enlarges beyond its capacity. Ego develops, but lasts only till it is not negated by the fools.

There is no practicality that survives at the moment-only dreams of being. And it is there to live, but without any justification of fairness or reason.

sounds have, for long, been disguised as an intrusion into my peace.

a flutter of thoughts.

In my own image of the world I surpassed the nothingness. I undermined the unreasonable bias. I eclipsed the predominant impulse. I gave way to everything: acceptable and unacceptable. I stressed my comforting mind. I questioned my own fate.

In their image of the world I continued to live.

i offer a wreathe to my earthly abode

and wish that the world may rest in peace.

i leave an amulet for those who remain.

and as the world treads on the path before it

they leave me behind, in the relative myth of time;

its not me who is going

but it is the world that has decided to move on...

for i am the still

and i will remain wherever they leave me.

talk to me...for i have nobody

be with me, for i look for company

dont go when i dont talk,

i am just trying to figure out if i will ever be able to manage without you.

i live by the clock that needs new batteries;

but i never buy them.

i like to live when the time does not move,

i like to believe that i dont have to rush through.

for every instance that i look around,

for every detail that i ponder over,

i take away a so called moment

from the so called definition of life.

time ticks by or it doesnt,

i atleast know that i am a bit closer to reality;

the one that illusion creates

runs farther with every piece of it.

the dust that i clear

when i revisit my life

chooses not to settle back ever,

because i promise to construct with them

the path that i have begun to tread upon

for life is not a multiple construction story

but the same one,one above the other.

what is more difficult than hardship is ease.

'cause every step that i take pulls me back and every thought that i allow makes me weaker... every day life gives me reason to believe that i am nothing that i was meant to be.

and what i do not realize is that in this illusion of heart n mind, i end up living the illusion of life.

the journey once begun is an elongated trail of the elements frail...

i often choose to simply move on because i am scared that a moment longer spent here will not let me look for what is beyond...

on 26th January, 1950, the 'Constitution of India' came into force replacing the Government of India Act, 1935. today, 60 years later, we Indians see lots of promises for us in the future.

on our Republic day, parade happen in all the state capitals and also the national capital. i witnessed the one of my state, Uttar Pradesh, that is held in its capital, Lucknow. i bring to you a a few glimpses of it.

the young school girls of a particular college carry the flags of the three color that combine to make the Indian tricolor.

one habit of the Indian men that is difficult to change...that of using the public walls as their personal lavatory. the before-parade-began scene.

the young school boys marching past with the tricolor flags.
an abandoned rickshaw sporting the Indian flag. the rickshaw puller was probably watching the parade at this point of time.

the soldier of a particular regiment before the parade began.

as the second part of the series, i bring to you a few more glimpses of my city...trying to cover a range of aspects of it: from the culture and religious diversity to destitution and colourlessness. primarily an amateur attempt i have tried to make it as versatile as my work allowed. all feedback; compliment, criticism or comments are welcome. by it i hope to improve my work and present better images every time.

i shall put up this collection in multiple posts. this is a tour of my city, as seen through my eyes.

fondly called 'the city of nawabs,' it has changed over the years in many ways. lucknow is known for its 'so called tehzeeb.'

i tried looking for it in my photos.