Bhonki

Come on baby, photograph me!!

Sorry. I find it bo-o-ring.

[Whatever?]

Yawn human. Yawn.

Palak Pakora

Cuddly Curdle

Want to join the Snuggle Club?

From left to right: Ludan Miaan [formerly known as Akram bhola], Bhonki, Choti

Cockroach petals

Because I am so not used to tareef i.e., appreciation, I don't miss opportunities to show off. Even if it's so not pretty or worth it!

weeeee.. :D

Really nice poetry I came across on blogger.

http://21stcenturyverse.blogspot.com/2012/02/make-do-or-mend-by-fel-lennie.html

Posted by Maureen in twenty first century verse.

Mayfair

The butterfly may not be so sure,

She's nascent, blue and shyly pure,

I hang on her limp wings;

She carries me away.

They hang on to me

And pull her down.

Pull me down.

Let he go, they tell me.

Slowly, creepily they reach my knee

Up my shoulders and

And on my cheek.

I let go of her,

She let go of me.

Sedimentation

When I made this, my brain was fairly empty and my mind was completely absent from this world, both physically and spiritually. Not that my mind has a physical form.