THERE is a solitude of space

THERE is a solitude of space,
A solitude of sea,
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be,
Compared with that profounder site,
That polar privacy,
A Soul admitted to Itself:
Finite Infinity.

Emily Dickinson

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United Colors of India

Ponta Sahib
Himachal pradesh
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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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You Left Me

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You left me, sweet, two legacies,
A legacy of love,
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of.

You left me boundaries of pain,
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Emily Dickinson

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Yours truly

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Just another self portrait. Trying out all those girly swirls and flowers.

And Merry Christmas everyone :)

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HOPE is the thing with feathers

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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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Are you nobody too?

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson

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GOD gave a loaf to every bird

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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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To live is not enough

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"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly,
"one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower."

~Hans Christian Anderson

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Through feathered curtains

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Create your own magical realities
and when truth comes and knocks on your door
you can invite her into your enchanted world

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Tune in

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All you need are ears....but Beethoven din even need them...Ludwig van Beethoven, one of the most respected and influential composers of all time, went deaf in his early twenties.

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I ’m knocking everywhere

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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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ALTER? When the hills do.

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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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Unnoticed

Haridwar
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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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Proctor & gamble

Old Delhi
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Imagine these tiny lil sweethearts are food. How can anyone kill such fluffy cuteness. I'm so glad i'm a vegetarian. Somehow when i uploaded this pic the only title in my mind was protor & gamble....lolz i dont know why.

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Heaven or Hell ???

Jama Masjid
Old Delhi
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“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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