Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
United Colors of India
Ponta Sahib
Himachal pradesh
Nikon D70
I don't remember their names now. But the dark kid was such a docile and innocent kid. And the fairer one was such a talkative and clever one :P......they usually spend their after school hours on the streets outside the Gurudwara at Ponta Sahib.
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Friday, December 26, 2008
You Left Me
Labels:
black and white,
bnw,
break up,
empty,
heartbreak,
loneliness,
lonely,
silence,
solitude,
void
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
HOPE is the thing with feathers
Nikon D70
HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
GOD gave a loaf to every bird
Nikon D70
GOD gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,
An Indiaman—an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
Emily Dickinson
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I ’m knocking everywhere
Canon powershot S3IS
AT least to pray is left, is left.
O God! in the air
I know not which thy chamber is,—
I ’m knocking everywhere.
Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
Emily Dickinson
Self portrait....with timer...
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Monday, December 8, 2008
ALTER? When the hills do.
Canon powershot S3IS
ALTER? When the hills do.
Falter? When the sun
Question if his glory
Be the perfect one.
Surfeit? When the daffodil
Doth of the dew:
Even as herself, O friend!
I will of you!
Emily Dickinson
I usually never put a big size picture anywhere. But somehow i found this one deserved to be exhibited on a bigger scale. The mood of this picture demands a bigger canvas innit?
Although that's not me perched up on that lone branch....but i sure loved climbing trees at one point of time in my life and i miss it a lot now. Just wish i had a fellow tree climber with me to push me up or lead me to the top branch :P. I inherited this tree climbing gene from my mother. She was this real ardent tree climber. Actually a lot of her items in her "list to steal" grew on trees.
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Friday, December 5, 2008
Unnoticed
Haridwar
Nikon D70
Street Child
by Regis (Reg) Auffray
Stolen childhood is more than a crime...
abandoned child
silently swept along
a current of callous human race
between shabby buildings
and filthy hotels
hovels of the needy
and the dispossessed oblivious
now soulless empty eyes unseeing
soiled windswept streets
unfeeling lost emotions
unheeding sirens
heralding another night
of violence and death
numb ravished soul
of stolen youth
too weary to care
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Heaven or Hell ???
Jama Masjid
Old Delhi
Nikon D70
“One's condition on marijuana is always existential. One can feel the importance of each moment and how it is changing one. One feels one's being, one becomes aware of the enormous apparatus of nothingness -- the hum of a hi-fi set, the emptiness of a pointless interruption, one becomes aware of the war between each of us, how the nothingness in each of us seeks to attack the being of others, how our being in turn is attacked by the nothingness in others.”
Sorry guys for the long absence.
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