Taking a break from scrolling, posting, and storying here for sometime. See you soon!
Bougainvillea tropicana aesthetic.
A henna carpet draped over ochre walls below a cold cloud sky. (The blue is silent). There is no mistake in its grammar. An abandoned car sleeps in the pewter shadows. It is in hibernation: dreaming of driving driverless on a pale gray silk ribbon. From the inside of the house, a newly born cat is mewling: someone forgot to give it breakfast.
A Painting As A Wall Carpet
Vishnu’s Chakra Captured The Moon
The Sun Cuts A Path
A couple goes sightseeing in a made up old souk on the edge of a creek. The couple plays dress up in black, gold, and white. A couple stands in the market, being photographed with overdressed camels, cushions, and headless dresses. The couple wear no expressions. The couple puts up the picture on Facebook and Instagram and get 150 likes (thirty ❤️ reactions) and thirty six comments. When they go home, they will print out the picture and frame it and hang on their stairwell. The couple returns to their shiny glass-rimmed hotel in Downtown and goes to sleep surrounded by shopping bags. Tomorrow, the couple will go to a made up plastic air-conditioned souk in Dubai Mall. They are dreaming right now in their Dubai. Meanwhile, the other ignored, invisible Dubai is still awake.
Now you see me, now you don’t.
A beautiful sunny afternoon strolling through the ersatz historical alleyways and the eclectic art galleries in Al Fahidi Historical District. Glimpsed this illuminated bright blue neon work studding the textured beige courtyard of @xvagallery where grew a sprawling banyan tree adorned with strings of scarlet painted marigolds and dried roses. It is an especially cute spot for a lovely lunch with a generous variety of vegetarian dishes.
This Dandelion Won’t Blow Away
I plucked a couple of planets from the neighbourhood tree. Others are still hanging there, freshly birthed from the dying sun. A bat meanwhile wakes up with the memory of a dream of a half eaten planet; the wasps hover above the sea of fallen planets, a graveyard of unrealised lives. The parakeet screeches through the saffron blue dusk to steal a planet and eat a solar system for supper. Far away, like thunderous cloud, my stomach rumbles.
I dreamed last night that I was picking up fallen plumeria and faded magnolia flowers. And then I woke up to find myself surrounded by glass mammoths.
Bookmarking The Sky and Sea
Invisible Ropes of Gravity