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Dear dream, don’t die !!!!
Forever my very own, neither lent nor thieved, O dream!
You the child of my hope, cause to live a day more, to wait
For an age of qualms to end, and a prized promise to redeem
Don’t die just yet, never care what avers, the fickle finger of fate
How you hold my little world and I own your sublime presence
We dwell in each other, entwined to brew a behemoth grand
It’s the spirit of our passion that kindles the spark of essence
Don’t let it die, for we the bravehearts from cloud cuckoo land
Only comrade amongst a flock called “friends”
You the compass of my heart, soul and mind
Just bend the route, why distressed by dead-ends
Don’t quit just yet, time stands by us, four-square behind
The time counts on you, for the era it long awaits
For world reshaped by eternal dreams that outlast nations
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Tombstone
In a forsaken wasteland, on a sun-drenched mound, fading amongst anthills
Stands a mammoth tombstone, bent and defiant, by a diminished clearing
Effaced by time, a man, his name, a stone left to bare, his undying grand wills
His legends of figmental flair, fabled glory unsurpassed, the lust of his endearing
How tramps tie a teasing tale to this tomb, splendid fancies of mystified minds
“A lord entombed here in exile, now a phantom who reigns over this hostile isle”
“A peasant who hoarded his little fortune, to be buried like a king, after age long grinds”
Or “A booty hunter who always made his pile, alas, lost way in this chase futile”
Does it matter much who lies underneath this crumbling stone?
It’s a stark megalith of mankind’s brevity, finite frontier to his infinite vanity
A barefaced mirror that echoes his soul, what a substance is man, cut to…
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HOW ARE YOU?
**Broken | Terrified | Sad | Lonely | Hurt | Upset | Alone | Depressed | Suicidal | Angry | Hateful | Breaking down | Screaming | Empty | Dead | Nothing | Crying | Shouting | Giving up | Hiding | Wearing a mask | Cutting | Horrible | Stressed | Down | Hollow | Worthless | Messed up | Misunderstood | Frightened | Incapable | Distressed | Inferior | Lost | Cynical |Pathetic | Ashamed | Bitter | Forced | Uneasy | Tense | Dominated | Pessimistic | Distrustful | Tearful | Crushed | Offended | Aching | Wronged | Timid | Wary | Victimized | Tortured | Pained | Lifeless | Cold | Dull | Nervous | Scared | Suspicious | Alienated | Numb | Stressed | Bruised**
I AM FINE!
*insert fake smile here*
SO, HOW ARE YOU?
Toodles!
~A♥~
STREETS OF JODHPUR, RAJASTHAN
I spent about 3 days in Jodhpur on my super charged photo mission to shoot Rajasthan in two weeks all in effort to get to Hampi by the full moon. After a missed train and near body/mind breakdown I managed to get to Hampi the day after the full moon. I was exhausted and couldn’t be bothered heading out into the night to shoot. That’s another story for another blog post. In the meantime, please enjoy what was seen in the streets of Jodhpur with my eyes via my Canon mark lll.
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