Safdarjung Tomb, Delhi, India
The Girl at the Window
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I see her everyday
At the window of her house
Her face lurking in the shadows
Finding cover in the veil of secrecy
Obscurity in a shroud of seclusion
But her beauty is not hidden from me
`
She’s a princess
From a faraway exotic land
I know not her name
Yet she has become a part of my life
My daily scenery
And I miss her now that she is gone
Hot springs in a temple in Vajreshwari, near Mumbai, India.
Precious Moments
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Moments to capture
Memories to treasure
Beautiful mother
Lady, I bow down to your amazingness!
Did Michelangelo, Botticelli, da Vinci, Donatello traverse these streets?
Perhaps not
But I like to think otherwise
And that I am retracing history
Wow! What a feeling!
Nothing
I look in the mirror
I see an empty skull hidden
under layers of flesh and blood
I am nothing
Just a bunch of chemical formulas
If I pass tomorrow
I’ll be mourned but for a short time
Then forgotten
Like a wound that heals leaving no scar behind
Life begins and it ends
No two opinions about it
`
Then why
Do I worry and fret
Do I pretend and hide
Do I smile, nod and fake empathy
Do I chase after depression
`
I am but a grain of sand on the beach
A drop in the ocean
A speck of dust in a largely unknown universe
A fraction of a second on the clock of life
I am nothing
I am…
Abnormal
Unconventional
Abominable
Unafraid
Aberrant
Unapologetic
Absurd
Uncommon
Absent
Undeterred
Abrasive
Unique
Just Unbelievable!
EMF-Unbelievable
Students hard at work at the Piazza del Duomo (Cathedral Square) in Pisa, Italy.
Florentine Roof tops
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Beautiful asymmetry
Stuccoed walls
Tiled red
Undulating crevices
Gutters that conceal
While cracks reveal…
Murky pasts
Broken dreams
Caged hearts
Upended lives
That hide in the shadows
And seek sanctuary beneath
These rooftops
The Leaning Tower
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Perceptions
It’s all about perceptions
Orientation
Crooked yet straight
Dizzy yet alert
Slightly off center
Yet still standing
Making a statement.
View from the top.
Azhimala beach, Kerala, India
Little Girl on the Beach
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I couldn’t venture to imagine
What goes on through your mind
I hope the thoughts are pleasant
Like the sound of the waves on the beach
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We are voyeurs all
Unrepentant peeping toms
Stripped benumbed
Staring dispassionate
At the world at large
While the soul rots inside