the blue bird

It was later that afternoon, we decided to reroute.

A small patch off changanacherry to cut out the town traffic.

In no time, I learnt I am present amidst a small village scene.

Nestled with wild grass and low flying cranes, I clutched myself to find a picturesque shot. In that steady movement of my viewfinder against the native scented scape,

It found itself still since the blue bird panned in.

airborne

birds eye 

peck 

soaring for

swoop

in touch with

these places were beyond my spectrum of words, I tried to channel everything I felt, in these shots.

      I hope you like it.

stir

the spill

third decend

touch

trait

still far away?

season change

racist

means

roadside fancies

shades of

intimacy

In that sudden change of events we misplaced ourselves ever since.

I then gathered myself back to those crossroads of decisions,

questioning intimacy.

Is it being together or comprehending each other?

Within hours I find her in my apartment and we clamped together with glee.

But that query still patterns around my thoughts, and reincarnated in me,

The day I saw these branches.

open lens

kuttanad

rustic

dont tune till it breaks

dip

another stride

Traveling back to that stretch once more, you pole towards that shade.

That film of water undulates with fear, being loud with voices right behind your head.

Demanding it sure is, to imply whether it remains a delusion or an exhaling truth.

The lake is too immense for now to settle,
It is now for you to claim,
Another stride.