About the trunk illusory perspective

Dissolved as all things blended into one:

The road, the buildings, people, signs and poles

Unfolded from within yet kept their outlines

This happens only in India!

The two black dots - they're buffaloes. 

He stops his walk

He stands there

He thinks, he dreads

He bows his head

He walks.

The solitary reaper

So many people there are in our country, na.

(Experimenting with vivid colours)

In a train

As we addled by

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow

The landscape changed

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Nosferatu

Vampires.Don't.Glitter.In.The.Sun.

Can I say where the lost leaves veer 

On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, 

When they drift through the dead-wood drear?

For we are all made 

of the tiny lights 

in the night sky 

the distance is vast 

and it is nothing, too

A bird in the sky; 

Into a burst of dusty air; 

Getting closer to the end; 

Higher in the sky.

We can make our lives sublime,

 And, departing, leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time.

Tears and loss and broken dreams

May find your heart at dusk.

A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze

And starts for the ocean.