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volleys of thunder
rolled across the vast skies
resounding their blasts
I think
Good sense is shown
More in the ability
To avoid pain
Than
In the mere
Desire to do so
Life Tree*

Grow like a Tree
Flow like water 
Rise like the sun 
Chill like the moon 
Love like the God 
But show your own flavour 
Integrity, it's the buzz word 

- G
inspired by a photo I had taken :D
She has a third eye
It's not a destructive
But à constructive force
Behind beautiful photographs
Lord Shiva is said to have third eye, with which he can make anything to Ashes of need be. Mostly the sinners.

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Priyanka, one of the best photographers I know. She has a distinctive photographic language
Fireball in the sky
Burning on all cylinders
Yes, it is summer
Suffering from the summer heat. No rains as yet
One
For that one sentence
We write hundreds of pages

We wait millions of seconds
To experience that  one moment of bliss
inspired from a friend named Poornima
I was at the entrance
of the high-rise apartments
and I phoned my grandma upstairs
and she offered me her instructions:
“Well, Josie…I’m at 354
you got to hit the green, square button
with your elbow
at the entrance where you are;
and I’ll release open the glass doors
and then go to the lift on the right
and punch the button with your elbow
and then get in and punch 3
with your elbow
and then when you are up on 3
look for Unit 54
and punch on its button with your elbow
and I’ll open the door”


“OK, easy, grandma…
But why am I punching all these
buttons with my elbow?”


“What?” my grandma screamed.
*“You mean you are coming empty-handed?”
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