“Curious eyes..”

Someone tell me what to do
I feel like i must be a fool
For ending up right back at the start
The things that we don’t comprehend
Are laughing at my mind again
I think that i think too hard
And i don’t give enough credit to my heart

I’m so
Damn curious to know
And there are too
Many unanswered questions
That we hold onto

I’ve put my theories to the test
You know i’ve tried to do my best
But maybe we weren’t meant to strike gold
Sometimes things that you ignore
Are all the things i’m looking for
Will i learn to let go
Give into love and listen to my soul

I’m so
Damn curious to know
And there are too
Many unanswered questions
That we hold onto

Portraits of your loved ones
Are more than what you see
All the elements they capture
Are more to you than me
A different dimension we’ve yet to define
There’s a forest to cut through with thorns and vines
There is no reason to try
-”Curious”by HOLLY BROOK

I want..

I want to see the world like you do..

“A speed bump of my life..”

Speed bumps, make you aware of the road you’re walking. In my life, there are a thousands of these. With or without my choice I had to face them. I took them as bookmarks. Something to remember the things of my life. You should know I’m really bad to remember things. Even with these bumps I still forget the distant memories. Happiness, depression, betrayal, love all are hidden within these. But they all have the same sign.

Like the rusty,old photographs hidden inside a little box of a child, they are in my soul. They are the speed bumps of my life..

“No scream for ice cream??? “

I caught her in the DU area a few days back. An awesomely cute child having fun with ice cream. I just wanted to take her picture and she was so spontaneous.. Good lord..

“Boys shouldn’t always play with toys…”

Nostalgia. After opening my eyes and getting a little hold of the things in this world the BP machine and the good old stethoscope were my playmate. But now those days are over and its not for playing any more..

Gosh.. I miss those days.

“I’m back and I can stop time too..”

Story of my life..

Actually I do not talk about my photographs . May be some lyrics and a nice and plane title do just fine. But this time i just feel like talking blah blah.. I took this picture last Friday. And from that evening i am having a stupid fever. And now Its Sunday evening. For last two days i couldn’t go to MED or anywhere else. And with the NET connection was cut off too. So detached from the world i was stuck in a dead lock.But now I’m back..

“ME and my guiter”

Its one of my of my favourate song from James Blunt.. And for some moments its stuck up in my head..

Me and my guitar play my way. It makes them frown.
But little pieces by the highway bring me down.
Mine is not a heart of stone, I am only skin and bone,
And those little pieces are little pieces of my own.
Why don’t you give me some love?
I’ve taken ship-load of drugs.
I’m so tired of never fixing the pain.
Valium said to me,
I’ll take you seriously,
And we’ll come back as someone else,
Who’s better than yourself.
-”Give Me Some Love” by James Blunt

Crying child..

I’m a really optimistic person.. What ever i capture with my third eye (camera) it doesn’t reflect my inner me..

“the city of blinding light”

If i name this city.. “the city of blinding light”.. It wont be a mistake. I know the neons or the billboards of NY are far more flashy then My big city. But i discovered something.. With the faded spectacles with the tiny drops of rain this city actually looks like “the city of blinding light”.. thanks Bono for the song.. : )

Sweet smiles ..

Today i had a meet in Boomers.. with Zeba api and others.. This is Zeba api’s little son Arshan.. We had soo much fun..