Long time, old times.
Category Archives: photography
brightness dug deep
Behind every coronary architecture, lights and brightness will manage to creep through despite standing barriers. Intangible bliss.
petal joy
They are jewellery to God and goddesses, women adore them and men like to smell them. Seldom will you see such fragrance together in a sea of colours. Festive platter.
passing blue
Sometimes and at most times, the best of scenic bonjour is confined outside our urban vendetta. Flying high, with poise and painted with blue.
for the weekend lovers
The 2 tall ones are Saturday and Sunday, the tower is Monday. See, I told you guys. Monday always has a ‘towering’ presence.
seeing through I
sometimes, am just benevolent but retrospective about what would have gone through if I didn’t do what I did to be in the place where I am today. This is how it would look – a far cry with a twisted turn and lush landscapes.
the imperfect shot, almost.
Yes, was caught up in indigenous patents – significant and sometimes, not so much. But couldn’t resist this view – the packet loss sky, fluttering leaves out of the scattered haven, a hungry highway with bustling moves, the fading lights of a promising evening under the blue carpet. All yours, for today.
inner verses
Beneath waters, under it. Holy shrine and its ubiquitous errand of godly flavours. Look around, you don’t see nobody. Yes, you see yourself in a splatter of thoughts and grievances. Think, you aren’t here for the missed substance. You are here to attain the soul of immortals. Sanity, here I come and bestow upon you.Continue reading “inner verses”
Mystic Remembrance
the vast land, glittering waters, submerged silence, the sound of sky. bulky clouds, stolen charm, staring castles, wet eyes.
animosity of a kind
I love to deviate from my enormous respect for human beings, during fragile moments. Beasts, often accused of being paranoid, are meant to be that way. Their aggression is their forte to survive. Their sporadic moments of withdrawal is a means to arrange their next meal. And they eat when they are hungry. Yet, humanContinue reading “animosity of a kind”
Sky(hot)line
Not the blue or the floating clouds, but radiation is what I shot at.
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