Butterflies

Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

Spider Web

I am the predator and the prey
Consumed in the web of life.

This web is mine
My own creation
Out of my inner feelings
Perceptions, dreams and nightmares
This is my world,
My thirst (trushna)
My desire (kamana)
For me to cherish and flourish
For my ecstasy and tears.

I travel on the road
I made with my strength
Limited by my fears of unknowns
My castle and my prison
Guarded by invisible barriers
I put in place
For me not to escape
From myself
((*.*))
Babru
September 27, 2006