Uploads from aravind tellar

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Tue, 13 Nov 2012 12:09:51 -0800

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 10:36:36 -0800

the fluidic memories still effervescent
it's always the heaviest song, calm
a beautiful armour to its own testimony

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Fri, 22 Jun 2012 13:02:54 -0700

do you see the way that tree bends? does it inspire
are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?

you can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who can forgive yourself
makes much more sense to live in the present tense.

have you ideas on how this life ends? checked your hands and studied the lines...

~ pearl jam - present tense

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Thu, 21 Jun 2012 12:20:16 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

from the archives again

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Tue, 19 Jun 2012 12:46:21 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

this a sheer matter a life of wasted mediocrity
the congregation of closest ones with the declared bloody blooded cousins
all contended, confiding to the putrid hardwired connections
sharing little well known past, still secrets, ways of day to whispering nights and sneezes
huddled, stoically blurting with crafted sniffles

an error, a mistake or a humble sin
barks of kindness and forgiveness, the vials of virtue
are they no more than tools to bury the prevailing deeds
bartering for those made of polish not of thatch
the worst conveyor of this effervescent energy
a defunct algorithm do you use
make me no more part of this
if truly believed in something
whistle through introspection, a pinch of guilt or a helping of remorse
or even a halted thought in solace
bouts of happiness shared in this only existence
it's you, the palindrome
last yourself

oi caretaker
much did you compare me to your tied kinding
look at the tidiness you said
why can't you tread it
look at the marks card
why cant fill three quarters of it the least
he's a darling amongst the kin
no matter his deeds, he will remain the adored
a perfect example, a must for the books
look at his disciplined erect spotless character
why can't you imbibe the same
he just needs the sewer nice and dry prior his entry
why can't you even taste it

but don't you realize yet
that's the consolation prize
there are bigger and better improvised hermaphrodites than this
they know no border religion race creed or sect

part 8. chapter blot:
all done now with mighty grace
dust now settled and shiny clean
prosper now well, all done with enchanting submissiveness
revel now in poetic works ashes sparkled and flowered
why vain attempts of transversing this feeling
life isn't wasted if played safe in love but a bore maybe
go to bed with your own kind
a never better engineered gracious trojan horse.

prologue:
the tavern carefully architected
rosewood tables, dimmed lights
the lantern outside braving the wind
the shadow of the eyelashes
smelling the timid hair beside your right ear
indulging in breaths sensing time
exchanging each others hunts of happiness
silent, assuring ourselves
never will kill a lamb for the food.

(image & text from the archives)

The Tourist

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Fri, 15 Jun 2012 11:32:59 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

from the archives.
i'm really out of clicks. so many ideas and very few protagonists.

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Fri, 15 Jun 2012 11:28:22 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

time, the referrer
bend thy stupendous self to redecide decisions
did i refrain at those minutes
why not have bought a return ticket
darn my luxury benefit of self doubt
return to the town lived with dreams wired hopes
revert the darn experience
stupendous longings and cravings
make this deal, any darn town
why is it another world just a few hours away

(photo & text from the archives. really bored on a friday night)

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sat, 26 May 2012 23:26:44 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

imagine
every time we think there is a little more money to spare
every time we think there is always some tomorrow to bear today
imagine
every time we go to a deeper self yielding a little more faith
the girl by the brook filling her earthen pot
dark green forest, neat ribboned hair
eyes on the ripples, thoughts travelling on their troughs
imagining a deeper self

Empty Shells

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Thu, 24 May 2012 11:21:40 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

Take your pick, enough of these whelming frayed days. Mark slowly and unsteadily. Shiver a little. It's your time, my turn.

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 01:42:08 -0700

aravind tellar posted a photo:

her nimble play perched on you
tethered and free in your shadow
don't leave yet, winter is just around the corner
please don't wither yet, fence mightily cupped onto your bosom
the twigs shall speak how fiercely you prised her

There is no greater sin than coveting another man’s wife. -Ramayana

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 11:09:09 -0800

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nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 10:26:19 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

Still your mind in me, still yourself in me, and without a doubt you shall be united with me, lord of love, dwelling in your heart.
The Gita

Venusian Stares

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 10:08:08 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

This was taken during twilight when Venus is the brightest. It looks overexposed as this was a long exposure (around 10 secs I think). Sister's face is illuminated by brief flashes from my flash torch and she was the most patient! This is SOOC.

My sister

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 01:23:40 -0800

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Tropical Feet

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 07:36:56 -0800

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Bridal blush

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 22:18:12 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

Lying still beside droopy eyes
The morning's peeking sunlight, the curtain and you at peace
Watching your tufts of hair vie for a snuggle under your neck
Careful finger slow as the reluctant snail
Across tiny pores and little hair sleeping in the changing air
is it time to wake up and rustle up some grub
is this the woman I’ll see growing with to wrinkles whines and smiles
Dear lord remind me tomorrow
Set the alarm for many minutes before
I can blanket her more while the lucid dream lasts
till I lose the count of my blinks

The bougainvillea déjà vu

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 05:56:02 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

'L' and a 'F11' does better!

Just love me and live your life.

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 08:34:54 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

Engrossed cusps

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 23:55:18 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

The diya on the wall watched the young couple making love. The oil was long finished but the flame continued to burn, engrossed as it was watching the act.
- Arun Kolatkar

Bane of granular understandings

nobody@flickr.com (aravind tellar) — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 04:43:31 -0800

aravind tellar posted a photo:

What is this happiness. Why does it beget a balance dredging along its comorbidities. Why is it the derivative of a transition.
Why can't there be happiness in its search. Or in its lack.
Such intensities defeating its very purpose, its rendition fading in regrets or confusion.
Some dissolve in the forgiving dirt, some in thin air. Compounds of thoughts and emotions metamorphosed into something known or something delightfully undiscovered yet.
So much to absorb, so much to render.

(f/11 at 105mm + raynox dcr-250. water droplet on the rose leaf presumably after being watered)