Dripping Vanilla

The Dance of the Elves

Sumedh Prasad — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 20:00:56 +0000

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Once she hid herself behind a tree, and not even the leaves ever saw her again.

Requies

Sumedh Prasad — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 16:28:17 +0000

I could not give her what she gave me with such gracious ease
I could not return her love in time, & fell prey to this disease.
My heart’s each beat, each breath of my soul – All is Hers -
I love each thing, each speck of dust, yet
nothing in this world can replace her touch,
her sweet scent, her breath, her love.

I have lost all sense, all desire, all will;
lost all false reasons to roll my rock up this hill.
I am content. And so, I lose my self
in her sweet memory – what else do I have? – and desire no more
than to live in this dream
and be washed off of this eviscerate shore.

Unforgiving Love

Sumedh Prasad — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 15:32:44 +0000

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If we could say why exactly we love something or someone, if this king of inexplicable feelings and the emperor of absurdity could be explained, what, then, would be the point of it? No, he went back to his coffee and looked outside the window for something his eyes yearned to but never saw, while his mind yearned to but never ceased to see.

Interminable Nights

Sumedh Prasad — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 19:53:35 +0000

I walk through streets empty of humans but full of life. Fog that doesn’t let you see what lies ahead – making sure that the future is a faded song – rooting you in the here and now entirely. And here and now is this emptiness within oneself. Here and now I wait, but she is nowhere to be seen.

Dwarf Conquerers

Sumedh Prasad — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 18:51:12 +0000

From the second base camp for Roopkund. Up ahead (near the lower right of the frame), another group camps. The sheer enormity of mountains can provide an exhilarating perspective to our tiny existence, leaving us in awe of the vastness of everything. Clouds descended on to us here as if the curtains were falling to a tiring play.