Touch

Walking away, in silent footsteps,
She looked back and smiled, to melt his heart
He ran towards her, through forest thickets
Over gnawing thorns, that set them apart

Her hair flew as she glided away,
Leaving a trail of love and smile,
He breathed it in, with arms open wide,
For it had been long, since he had felt so alive

He took her in his arms, and looked into her eyes
He saw her thoughts, her laughs, her cries
Yes, they had met after 180 days of winter
And now they were united, under the beckoning skies

The rush of blood, the touch of skin,
The sound of breath, the taste of him
The smell of lust did bring them near,
Their hearts rejoiced, in silent song,
With unsaid words, and that unshed tear

Breath

" Why did you have to break this up? Why couldn't you let me be? "
" I wanted to be with you forever. Life doesn't go the way we plan it. "
" What stopped you? Don't you think I deserve to love you back? "
" You are the only one who has truly loved me. I can't bear to see you in pain."
" Then why are you running away! Why are you packing away all my pictures? "
" Your smile makes me want to hug you again. To melt away in your arms. I want you to breathe me in and hold that moment forever. "
" I don't understand-"

" My love is wild David. I can't afford to let myself go free again. Love for me isn't just a photograph. It isn't even a person. It is to believe that one day, I would be exalted beyond reason. It is to live a dream and sleep away time. It is to touch the stars and mock the moon. "

" You never gave me a chance Jane. For all you know, I was waiting for you. To let me breathe you in. I love your smile, your hair, your lips. I love your smile. I love your soul Jane, can you live with that?"
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" That is what scares me David. I will stay in your breath forever and you'd never breathe out. "

Herr

A man may always speak his mind,
For he has none to lose,
A man can always break his word,
For he has many more to choose..

A man can walk away from fear,
For whats in his heart he cannot share,
A man will always blame the world,
For to blame himself, he cannot dare..

A man will never admit his fault,
For to fail will let his 'principles' rot,
A man might never share his toys,
For he has all in an eternal knot..

Mumbai - I pray for thee

Blood and bone,
Metal and stone,
For God isn't one,
and to each his own..

I feel for the people who have been blindfolded into believing that what they have done is true. Revenge is a plague.. a bad disease.

I hope one day, people will see the light, for the tunnel is closing in soon. There is little time before everything sets loose. It will be chaos. Children will smile when they see blood.

I pray for the departed. I believe they have reached a much better place. Please, we need help.

Bells

He thought of her,
And she smiled,
Ever so shyly,
She did try him..

He kissed her,
Ever so passionately,
And in the midst of the moment,
Yes, she did eye him...

He bled and wept,
He drank and slept,
For he lived in her,
And she lived by him...

Click

It all started with an architecture site visit to Nalagarh where I carried my Canon point and shoot camera for documentation. It was on a day there that I discovered some features like colour swapping and colour accenting that excited me and I started clicking just for fun. I did click a lot of photographs and made one of them my wallpaper. The initiating moment was one when a friend saw that wallpaper and was amazed at the fact that I had clicked it. I felt immense happiness and pride at my new found skills.

From that day on, I carried my camera everywhere looking for interesting shots and I did find them. I slowly grew out of it and finally got my first DSLR camera a week back. I have never been so proud or contended.

Photography to me is more than a coloured picture. It means a LOT more. A photograph packs in itself, the power to freeze time and to show the world around the exact moment for years to come with the emotion you intend. Flowers are never noticed when not in photographs. Nor are still walls and silhouettes.

They say a picture can speak a thousand words. I say many more. The way you capture and present a frame totally defines the mood, the texture, the emotion and the subject. I am in LOVE with photography. It is an expensive hobby, too expensive for me to dive deep in as of now. But I am sure I will one day with my success, go in for the greater joys and toys the world of photography has to offer me. I would love it to be my profession. My avocation and vocation combined, as Frost would put it.

' All I need is a world of colour, detail and a camera '

Love

What is love really ? Is it an emotion, a feeling, a hormonal imbalance or just a premonition ? Is love real ? Are we real ? Is what we feel real or is it just something that our brain wants us to feel ?

Love is light. Love is pure. Love is being you for yourself and them. When you need to work in love, it isn't love anymore.