Blackbird

"Blackbird"

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

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AS by the dead we love to sit

AS by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here,

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!

Emily Dickinson



True...our hearts always yearn for what's not. Not for that which is. You kill people in your mind, but like a heart beat they still live on in your heart. Now how do u ever kill a heart beat without killing yourself 1st?

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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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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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Are you nobody too?

Canon powershot S3IS

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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Through feathered curtains

Canon Powershot S3IS

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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Orange eyes

Delhi Zoo
Canon powershot S3IS

This was the last time I saw the Nocturnal Bird section in the Zoo. Ever since this shoot the shed has been closed for renovation since almost 2 years now. 

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