What is love... by Bindaas


What is hate?
Who is God?
What is time...why does it pass so quickly and slowly simultaneously?
Is it standing still and we are moving at varying speed assigning it a pace?

What is fate, who decides our destiny?

Its all a blank canvas and the shadows that the light casts are the letters that spell a dispensable truth. Presenting a variety of truths as our interpretations change according to our external influences.

What is instinct?

What can I take from your soul and put it into mine? Will you claim that later, after many days, after many lives or milliseconds later?
Time is still and we are just moving at various speeds.
Is that love? Or hate?

The canvas wont change, nor will what is destined to happend, only our impressions of it will change with the assignment of varying degrees of truth through our manifestations of this world and our lives.

Drought for the caterpillars.... by Bindaas

Monsoon is the season where plants, flowers and caterpillars spring out of nowhere! The caterpillars get fat from munching on lillies that God made specially for them. These lillies are wild, yellow, and can breed from one to cover an entire patch of lawn in no time....
Its early July....no sign of rain. So far not enough wild lillies, its almost like the seeds come in the droplets falling from the heavens. There are five caterpillars instead of hundreds, chewing away on the three available plants.....
The fatties are too greedy to even let the lillies grow fully and produce seeds to make more to satiate their appetite!!!

Instead of avoid the teeming caterpillars, its more like spot the caterpillar....
I hope God does something soon, and sends those seeds and caterpillars in the rain...
.....the world needs its butterflies!

Whats the story morning glory..... by Bindaas

Every morning when I wake up, obscure characters are talking to me......

Hanuman and mother in the background

Creepy sidey clown on the palm

The flying trapped parrot in the passage way

And the uber happy clown on the powder puff tree

Dawn in Bombay by Bindaas

Woke up at dawn, missing a particular loved one in the US, I then witnessed for the first time in my life, a vertical rainbow.
In the horizon, where there is a clutter on the seashore, is Haji Ali, the mosque on the water. Hopefully we can go there sometime!
Taxi's parked for the night, getting ready to start a day of hustle and bustle of this insane city!