Violet

We fight our own wars...inside our heads... we have our own battle of good and evil inside our heads...only they're not visible... to others... we fight within with every decision that we make... 
Violet kicked the stone in her path... War was looming again... They had asked her to lead again... Her brow clouded again and her heliotrope hair covered her eyes as she began to weep quietly... 
How could they do this again.... They promised me... They promised me... That I'm free to live my life... That they wouldn't bother me again...If there's a next war...Should I leave my country in jeopardy and live my own life... Or should I succumb to duty and leave the freedom and quietness of my life forever... The jaws of duty clamp on my life yet again...Pursuit of my happiness is impossible... I must sacrifice it for the greater good...    

Rocky Bed With Flowers...

Cat God

Piercing eyes.... Golden eyeballs...with purple centres... alas I see the vision of the Cat God... Feline Grace... Snow white pelt... Harbinger of good luck...

Hiding Behind A Mountain

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Road Or River?

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The Great Wall Of Lonavala

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Urban Or Rural?

I saw this sight in Lonavala... Urbanization a stark contrast with rural-ism...

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Mist

Misty mornings.... I love the haze... I love the way it feels as if the clouds are walking here on land... curious fluffy eyes trying to fathom the strange ways of our world....Cold cozy fingers try to touch me through the windows... Icy cold... yet deliciously so... Winter us finally settling... The ground's a soft blanket made of snow...  Seeing the snowflakes... All of them perfectly hexagonal... Yet differ with such delicate intricacies... Makes me want to meet the snow queen... Lovely lady... I feel... Dressed in blue gowns... and glass slippers bringing winter to the world...

Curtain Call

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Curtain call... I draw a curtain on myself... I break all my ties... natural or otherwise... I'm officially ending the cause for all my pain... Happiness is an illusion... The world is colorless I have to bring the color in my own life now... I have to fend for myself...  This little tubes and tins of paint are my life now... It feels safe and homely... In this little cottage... I shut myself from the world... And live for myself alone... Only myself... I'm done with the world and its futile connections and attractions... Felt like bondage... Before I saw only the claret of blood... Now I only see the claret of wine... Sumptuous wine...

Tiger Seeking Affection

My mind numbs as the glass shatters across the room... My heart stops as the beast crashes inside... It seems its roar had shattered the glass... Dark stripes... White skin...  Claret red splayed wings... with blood I thought as i lay sprawled on the floor...
After what seemed like ages it started moving in my direction... I just lay there sprawled on the floor... scarcely breathing... Afraid it would hurt me... or worse rip me to bits... Instead it ambled up to me slowly... stopped very close to me... I was trembling like a leaf in the wind... and pushed its nose into my neck.... like a cat seeking comfort from pain... I saw a single tear... as clear as crystal fall from its eyes... In time it gave way to unabashed weeping... Its clear blue eyes filled with sadness... like a clouded sapphire...