boredom+photoshop

i, me and the peachy-red nailpaint. (a post for my girls-J's of my life)

i missed you so much, i put all that nailpaint, jappu.
and i did call you to tell you that, didnt i?
i put all that gloss, even though i had no where to go.
I'm wondering how jazz is, her red sweater makes me feel so warm. :P

the liquid shine lip gloss that was the start of the most amazing night ever!!:P
jazz get well soon, i love you, miss you.

photographs and memories

I can stare at your pictures for hours. And I can’t still understand you- the smallest, tiniest thing about you is a mystery. Unfortunately, it’s simply a mystery to me. If you love something, even a thing, you feel its every contour, open it out, explore every inch of it and try to remember every crack- or how the light glides off its surface. To everyone else, it’s just a phone or may be just a car- but to you- that would be something so important- every memory attached to that object would replay every time you think about it.

So I look at you some more. All I have are photographs and memories. I know I’m looking at the picture of a guy, who- like so many guys- is just another guy in reality but I put him up on a cloud in my mind, so high- that he’s looking down at us all while we look up.

It’s like somebody very intelligent once told me. “It’s never a cloud that comes in front of the sun, but a cloud in front of our eye.”

To me, your every look has a meaning. Are you looking into the camera? Having a good time with friends? Were you thinking of me during this time?

Through the blur of tears in my eyes I see..you are wearing the t-shirt I gifted you.

-Push

*****

Sept, 2006

The Open Window

The Open Window

I let my life slip by

Through the open window

The one that didn’t catch my eye

Somewhere inside of me

I knew it was there

But even in my wildest dream

I never thought it would cause me such despair

I hunt for my dreams

Though they are broken

I hunt for words

I should have spoken

I let it all slip by

Through the window that didn’t catch my eye

The one I took for granted

And let my life slip past it.

Pushpanjali Banerji

June, 2000

Another Lonely Blue Day.

Empty chairs.

Lonely Blue Days.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday....Sunday...they're all the same.

I took that picture at an absurd angle. Looks like a marble slab.

Fringe!

:P