We often wear a mask to project an image we desire. Sometimes we try to appear pious and benevolent person or simply try to project a quick witted, intelligent image. Here you see a man forced to mask his emotion to be a part of one happy occasion when his heart languishes on an untoward incident, just a while ago ...
Indeed emotions compete too.


Through the wilderness of my mind's landscape

A thousand images compete for space

A snapshot of a section of this pictorial chaos

Unfolds before you.



The exhilaration of a summer day

Freshening, virginal rain shower,

A thin veil of cloud-mist crossing

A shy full moon, ushered along by

A tender breeze from the Deep South.



A beggar's tatters, over sewn with stitches of poverty and pain

The searing agony that accompanies the plight of a dying child's sighs

The jubilation of an operation well done and the grateful tears of a loved one,

The quiet joy of basking in your parents pride at a life saved.

The tearing feeling of witnessing the progressive rot of a human body

Its innards by cancer flayed ……

Award functions and medals, a Mother's smile

The heartache of seeing a Dad walking a foot

Like it was an entire mile.



The pure bliss of my first born's gurgle cutting through the crisp May air,

His Mother's wan and tired smile after child birth

A rare and precious memory!!

The flame and heat of the cemetery



My grandmother's bones lie bare

A thousand stars twinkling at me.

From the pitch black Maldivian sky

The indifferent face of the American diplomat,

Blaming six hundred thousand Afghan children's deaths

On "Collateral Damage".

Five Amish couples giving a large portion of their donations

To the widow and children of

The mad man who shot and killed their offspring

Before turning the gun on himself.



These……….

And a thousand other images

Compete for space

Through the wilderness of my mind's landscape.