There is a gustling of water behind Falling with joy and roaring pride, They danced and sang from stone to stone, aloud. Somewhere in the middle came a path quite narrow Yet allowing the happy water to garrow To the other side so shallow With trees around to cast a shadow. Why are you soContinue reading “Wisdom from the Falling Waters”
Category Archives: photography
Imperfection
Rome diaries #1- Pantheon The thing about perfection is that it has the potential to captivate you, make you fall into its profound completeness and open your eyes to the higher power; a power we can barely fathom and dream, a power we secretly seek within. Now, why we, an imperfect continuously evolving organism, aContinue reading “Imperfection”
Praha
I closed my eyes and heard the roaring gust only to open and find them reflected in the shimmering depths.
The Prahaic play
Through the layers, seen and unseen Through the lines of colours and depth, I saw an arena through the dryness a veil of brown left behind by the autumn sun Like a show about to start. These backgrounds of ochre, green grey and red stands pristine and naked for its actors to appear. The actorsContinue reading “The Prahaic play”
clarity
A peace in the worst discord, a light in the darkest dark, a silence after the loudest cry, and a clarity in the deepest chaos. -Mumbai, India
My unseen heart
There was no music behind calm and soothing ones, nor the inspiring beats, like in a three minute video. There was no pat on the back when everything went good nor a hug for the hard times. There were a million silent cries, that went unheard A million fear, that went unseen AContinue reading “My unseen heart”
An Angel’s pick
A gentle smile, a polite gesture, a warm wave from my friend’s kitchen, a hug for my sickness, slowly she walked in…unnoticed. I disliked the mirrors as I disliked its reflection. Fear, it echoed back; fear of the ringing laughter around. It had locked me inside and I had sold myself to this unknownContinue reading “An Angel’s pick”
An apology
I am sorry for the many times I turned deaf; deaf towards your racing beats. I am sorry for the many times I let you alone, for the cold darkness to swallow. I am sorry for the million times I did not understand, your obvious gestures. I am sorry my heart forContinue reading “An apology”
Bubble Series
credits to: Nasrin Mohiti Asli, Berlin 2012
Carnival of Cultures, Berlin 2012
We saw the rhythm around; a preset movement. We just had to fold our hands and follow suit training to be a professional them. Simpletons closed their eyes, rebels suffocated, and finally the mad ones stood out stopping themselves among the multitude; a multitude of this crazy mass… this crazy brutal mass!
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