the story of the blue

Although words refuse to give in to my demands of expression:

This story has a dream.

A dream about the distant peace, which occupies the mind.

The blue awaits curiously.

"I know what you mean when you say, you don’t know"

It knows what it is like to fly.

The blue wants peace.

"It was there with me when I did not want it to be.

Now it isn’t"

Violated. Conquered. lost. are just words.

The dream shows the way…or does it?

“Tell me I'm not asleep.

Tell me it is true”




About the photograph: taken in Tarapith, West Bengal, India.
Its the reflection of the sun on the Dwaraka river.