Welcome to the corridors of my mind...

The corridors of my mind.....from the looks of it...all doors are shut and i am all alone in the passageway. pseudo intense talk aside, i was experimenting with negatives and came across this idea, i am pretty pleased with the way it has come out...the corridor looks so real.... you can almost walk into it.

The great outdoors.....

Brigade road...sometimes it makes me happy when I walk amidst so many people on a pavement. Its nice to be part of the crowd.
There is something very nice about pavements and sidewalks...

A Moment Captured.....

Edward scissors wings......

Yesterday night i invented this life form from the corridors of my imagination, its a scissors with wings. This creature lives in continuous hell, it has wings but cant fly coz the moment it flies, the wings get chopped....and all it wants, more than anything else is to fly.....
choice is such a funny thing.

P.s- no insects were harmed during this creation, only dead insects were used.

miss miss blood is bleeding

Blood on the dance floor and everything.......Have been messing non stop with photoshop...i wonder why digital image processing seemed so boring when i studied it.....ahhh...i know..that bastardly excuse for a lecture..thats why

My Eyes have seen you.......

My eye......the evil eye....

Opposites....

'Going through the motions' at the traffic light......

Mr. Blue Sky

I love blue...I sometimes wish my eyes could see, only the color of the sky. By the way, Frank miller is a genius....what a stud to have come up with the 'babe in the color, with everybody else in gray' concept.

running up the hill.....

putting up this post was a severe irritation...i am repeating myself...i am tired of taking photos of 'candle light' and fire. i need more variety.

Honey...whats for Dinner?

'I Love Babies' takes a whole new context, doesn't?
Babies are soooooo sooo sweeeeet....slruup!!
I need Help.

Love lost........

Two lovers estranged...
Cursed till the end of time
Waiting, they seek to be one
Death’s territory between them,
In this life and the next
A reflection, their only friend
The fire and the water will never be one.
Until the end of the time.

peeping tom......

if a deranged killer were to be hiding in my wardrobe then...he/she would see me, sitting on that chair.

From dusk to dawn.....

Its not in the power of my words to capture the mysterious colors of dawn.
Wise men have said ‘a photo speaks thousand words’
The funny part is I would trade the photo for the words.......

This photo seems to me, like a snapshot of some Tim Burton movie

Midnight Blues.....

Flying in a Blue Dream.....nice name for a cocktail, eh?

Lucifer's disguise

Nidhi......

Mangal Pandey......