Evening Rays

Olympus D425
Patti Kalyanam

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Trickling down my cheek was a tear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when your sweet memories came back again
they came along with a silent pain
because now you were nowhere near...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when in my mind came your face so fine
you can never be mine
to me you had made that so clear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i was unable to find out why you did not love me,
what reason could it be
was it someone else?? i was haunted by this fear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i found out that you were made for someone else only
my heart broke i felt so lonely
because iv been loving you for years...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when everything is over now
in front of my fate i had to bow
but you were the only one whom i had ever loved my dear...

- wrote this when i was in high school

A self portrait, in my deepest darkest hours.....life is riding on really rough terrains nowdays...Ever since Gabbar died, nothing seems to go right. Lost someone so close to my heart recently. Forgotten how it feels to be happy. How it feels to be happy....

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Life is moving on.....why am i still stagnant...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when your sweet memories came back again
they came along with a silent pain
because now you were nowhere near...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when in my mind came your face so fine
you can never be mine
to me you had made that so clear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i was unable to find out why you did not love me,
what reason could it be
was it someone else?? i was haunted by this fear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i found out that you were made for someone else only
my heart broke i felt so lonely
because iv been loving you for years...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when everything is over now
in front of my fate i had to bow
but you were the only one whom i had ever loved my dear...

- wrote this when i was in high school

A self portrait, in my deepest darkest hours.....Missing Gabbar...coming back home is the hardest thing to do now. Not having him at the door with the 1st ring of the doorbell, and jumping all over me.

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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Tune in

Canon powershot S3Is

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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Portrait of a Parrot

Delhi Zoo
New Delhi,
Canon powershot S3IS

One of my fave shots. Makes me feel so lazy and dreamy. Takes me back to the time when I was just a child and living on the top most floor of the building, I use to spend hours in mid summers day gazing lazily at those big birds circling the clear blue skies. Soaring and rising...Nostalgia hits me...the lightness of the summer air, the emptiness of the drying trees, the howling hot and dry winds, the parched silence of the afternoon, the eager wait for the evening, those days of slow simple dreamy doordarshan....I miss those summers.

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