Manori

Manori.. Some names ring the bell.. one of them is Manoribel..
Just like those eyes that touch the chord..
That flicker of moment, when i know, but then i turn away as if nothing has happened..
Then it comes again, it doesnt leave you so easy! You know, they travel across time and space and find each other.. How can i be so poetic all the time!?

So meandering through the crowded streets , which seem to have dead end at every turn, i was wondering.. With such bitter tasting start, what this journey will bring me..
Then as always.. let go..and be the flow..
Through flow came a glimpse of the name, and through a very small opening which looked like drain came the glimpse of open vast sky merging in ground turning in sea. Phew..

Some places are like those chaotic times with contrasting moments, moments of agitation, moments of withdrawal, moments of being with self, moments of nothing.. Its so me..

..its just the low tide

...she is long gone

chalte chalte..

am i.. am i not..  

Sometimes i dont know why i am here..

So much of missing you..