If anyone loves a photopoetry book… This is a collection of poetry and photography. Check this out and would love to have your feedback. Thank you. THE KITE AND THE CROW BOTH WERE BROKEN. THEY FELL IN LOVE.
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(Image Credits: Google) Wherever. Whoever. Whatever. Everything I meet, Is just the opposite of me. Doubt grows in me. Joke I become. Living becomes alienation. And, life is oblivion.
Tears
It’s so true, love’s always a matter of life and death! When love shares a reality life is like really living with a meaning, When it doesn’t life’s like leaving without a meaning. It’s just a matter of time; when one’s mind gets lost for a while and all the clamouring morbid thoughts will rise […]
L-VE
To my everything. L-ve. The Word cried its heart out in anguish: “I really miss something. And I so much feel the emptiness. Oh no! I can’t hold it any longer.” The Meaning bellowed in agony: “I am fed up with stuffing your paunch always with meaning.” The Mind advised: “Oh! come on guys. Balance […]
Every blossom…
To my Love… “Why you conceal your heart in a prayer?” I asked a stubborn rosebud. “To protect it from trampling in love.” She replied. “Then where’s the beauty of becoming And the passion of being?” In an answerless stillness, The breeze stroked her cheeks. And to fill the moment she asked: “What! Why you […]
We are…
To my Everything… Light The illusion of the day to hide a secret. Darkness The illusion of the night to disclose a secret. Do you know what is this secret? “We are“ The stars whispered in an irresistible impulse. Photo Credits to Despina Karvounis
Hi Des
It would be absurd if I ask, would the moon ever be sad over a setting sun and the night over an ending day… But I do see the moon is gloomy and the night is weeping… P.S. Des, pls get back to me at anthonisbri@gmail.com all the rest is blocked…
Who’s an illusion here?
Man yelled at God: “God, you are just an illusion of mine.” Will God reply him back saying: “Man, dear son, you are an illusion of mine.”
Holy sin of my heart
He might passionately have longed for falling, but He couldn’t. He is too godly to be manly. The very urge of His to fall is life-breathed by the creation of man. The very urge to fall thus became the very heart of that creation. Then He blessed this heart with love to make sure the […]
would you?
Wanted to tie my heart up. For, stark raving mad it goes, Like an eccentric drunkard it dances, Like a cast-off soul it wanders around. Away it goes… Away it goes… Save me. Emancipate me. Will you?
Britton Vazhappilly 