Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2016

In Praise of Memories...


The good. The bad.
He lives them all.
From the bunch of frames,
He admire that young face over and over.

The love. The hatred.
He feels them all.
From the glory of experiences,
The scar shines like the bulb in blur.

The life. The death.
He hears them squall.
From the depths of somnolence,
Life wants to rewind itself with whir.


Monday, February 23, 2015

Black & Hue


The disjoined one lies in the morass. It lies still, but keeps squeaking… Snakes and crabs board often now, and that makes the giant recall how swiftly it sailed away masses of twelve to the other side. That abandoned savior on the bank of Ganges, it keeps staring the young ones as they pass by in front of its eyes.




The new and the small, but spirits big and held high in sky, it waves with the air. While the children bathe, it rests and prepares for the next ride. With pride in its youth, it takes the responsibility of the bygone savior.






Sitting somewhere and watching as the sun goes down, I observe how it takes away all the colors with it. The young and the old, the time has plans for each one of them.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

While it rained...


My eyes used to take me till the horizon where a distant tree met the marshy land. I could see people, though scarce in number and outspread on the field, working as farmers for the crop…The crop that would feed them and us. I witnessed how their hard work benefited us, they made grains available for ourselves to buy. Then, I wondered that someday my hard work would help others too.

Interlaced with their sweat, rain washed the land. They ploughed and ploughed, till the land was ready to produce. In the uninterrupted pelting of rain, maverick birds flew through the wind…Some flew against, while some steered along with the wind.  I felt caged with all my defects in the small room at the roof, while children played outside. It was water here and there, and everywhere.

I heard happiness. I saw it too. I saw secrecy in the ambience where each one conspired for a productive tomorrow. Farmers, birds, children, trees, and the God, they unified themselves below the pouring cloudy sky. I felt caged, but they enjoyed. They enjoyed themselves to the fullest, mocking me of the pitiful captivity I was in. Real chains were not necessary, my own thoughts of my defects had made me a slave.

After clouds faded off slowly into the pitch black and while the rain continued, a wise owl obliged me by resting at my window. I don’t remember when my eyes closed and how I leapt into the house of a farmer. But before I could have completed my play with their children, the owl woke me up. He said that he has come to my rescue, to unchain me. ‘The key to your chains is in your point of view’, he said.

The next day was different. I heard happiness and I saw it too. But I became a part of the ambience now. Farmers, birds, children, trees, me, and the God, everyone unified themselves below the pouring cloudy sky, and we conspired for a productive tomorrow. The gloom of grey in surroundings was changed, because my point of view was changed. Keys to the most endured locks lie within us.

Monday, July 28, 2014

In the praise of Lord Ganesha








I meditate on the glorious Lord Ganesha, clad in sparkling robe, omnipresent, endowed with four arms and a benign smiling face to ward off all impediments.

In all my good and bad, you make me aware of your presence. 
If death is about to come in the next move of the puzzle piece, I shall not be afraid to make it. 

I chant your name no matter what comes now, you will remain the king of all puzzles we were afraid of.



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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

In love...


From the patches of scorn,
You furbished a clean soul.
In light of the goodness I wasn't aware of,
You infused a healed life in me.
The warmth of your embrace will linger,
Till the time the sun shines
And the moon cools the planet blue.
I rejoice the cherished moments we spent together,
In them I found love…

Thursday, June 12, 2014

A House at the Grange

Since ages I haven’t been asleep in the lap of insouciance. It has been so long since I was at my home, the place where I grew up. In the ‘Nest’ of ‘Love’, my childhood bloomed. Where birds came and lived and became part of my evening plays, that is my home.

Every morning it was chatter of birds in balcony that woke me up. Their tore up feathers I collected, and preserved them so I could remember them even after they left. Tickle of my small fingers on the feathery head is still afresh in the memory. Where I lived lovingly, that is my home.

By the shade of the back wall in the compound, I recited poems in the afternoon. I weaved stories and played my role with conceit. Mamma’s words went unheard and my plays continued in the blazing sun. Where life was carefree, that is my home.

I don’t wish to win the rat race now; I set myself free from all the responsibilities. I want to travel to the place that soothes me with belongingness. I want to soak myself in the rain of memories from my childhood. Where I will heal myself, that is my home.

Photographs were shot by Canon SX150, Point and Shoot camera. If you liked the photographs, please like the Facebook page

Thursday, March 6, 2014

A token that spreads happiness...

Happiness is not just a state of mind; it is the reason for us to live. From the smallest of our actions to those of our biggest futuristic plans, they circle around our desire to attain happiness. Reasons to be happy are innumerable, but its us who decide what would make us happy at the end. Job, money, foreign tour, a lavish bungalow, and the list can go on increasing. But the reason for happiness for a few around us could be to be able to get a full day meal for himself and kids. The reason for happiness could be to gather enough money to cure the disease that the wife is dealing with.
They gave me a token of happiness, and it changed my perspective towards life forever…

Bodh Gaya is the prominent tourist spot in eastern India, famous for Mahabodhi Temple. It lies in Gaya District of my home state, Bihar, and is known for Gautam Buddha to have obtained enlightenment here. Events that I will explain to you here dates back to the time when I was in class sixth. I, along with my mom and dad were on tour in Bodh Gaya. It was around 10 AM, and we are strolling down the streets outside the premises of Mahabodhi Temple. I was reluctant to move, while mom consistently pulled me by my arm, making me step forward forcibly. I merely inched, and that too through baby steps. Do you know why?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Cups of Coffee...

Through the spectacle of memories, I see a valley trenched with sweet and sour bygone days.
As if I never knew, how soon all those moments flee.
Happiness and sorrow, we shared them over cups of coffee.
Yours had sugar, and mine didn’t.
You hastened, while I went slower.
Frothed with cream of love, your slurps I remember.
And through them, my stories you would hear.
Saturday evenings were when we would meet and stare at each other endlessly.
My wait for the coming saturday seems to never end.
Just two days more, and we will meet again, we will share happiness and our sorrow again.
I want you to know, but I am afraid.
My endless stories over the cups of coffee, no one would have heard but you.
Yours, frothed with cream and sprinkled with sugar on heart, resolved sweetness in mine.
I owe my sweetness to you.
I wait for the Saturday evening, for our cups of coffee and for you…



Sunday, February 9, 2014

Love for Goa

Goa, the most popular tourist spot in India to have fun and ease of the stress that stack one above the another in course of daily life. Not just because the liquor here is tax free that helps you go rolling smooth, but the scenic beauty too that is so pleasant to watch at them endlessly. Our trip that began on 21st of December 2013, turned so much fun when we arrived here at Goa after we were done at Mumbai. I did make a Facebook status update while I was here, ‘Goa minus Liquor, its still awesome’, and I believe many who have had been to Goa will comply to me. This was my first visit. However, I want to visit again and again. This time I wanna go with the money I will save from my salary. TCS, call me at the earliest for joining. :D

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Monday, January 20, 2014

Friday, January 3, 2014

Into the city that never sleeps

Mumbai and its people, their lives advance in chaos. Where is peace? Broad roads that never get vacuous, present a lively example of Marathon for life. The rich and the poor meet at road signals, and their meet lasts till the time the red is not green. Be it chawls, or the multistorey apartments, or be it Mumbai’s sea beaches, everywhere people are present in abundance, occupied by aims and goals of their own lives. The most intriguing thing about its people is the will to work harder. They focus on their goals and keep chasing them, and the rest they never care for. Emotions are present in them too, but the spirit to move on in life is instilled at the roots and that overpowers the pains. 

The archaic fervor mixed in the modern Indian life style at Mumbai, is a must to experience. In my three days tour of Mumbai, I experienced a portion of it. Presenting few of my amateur photographed shots at Mumbai. 

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Beauty n Sophistication





In the belittled
Swollen bunch of color,
Grooves lie many
With pungent straying odor.
In one, I lie,
Lies my world
That small you will say,
In the bigger of yours
Do happy you stay?
At peace is life here
Free from sickness' grey,
Expectations we don't keep
And work for the fragrance spray.
Devoid of emotions is inside,
But pain inlays.
Me too, a creation of God...
You call it a beauty
Or a sophistication you say.



Thursday, February 14, 2013

Moonlight



Reddishness in the sky fades,
As the stillness in darkness ascends.
In the slight azure above horizon,
Birds return their homes together,
Flapping up and down their wings in twilight.
The calm and composure in the faint light,
Oozing out from clouds in flow,
Bathes the silent world with affection.
Its moon-face, a token of love for many
And a sign to embark into actions for werewolves.
For me, the face of moon reflects my heart.
I can touch my heart in reflection at lake.
A timid hush, as a comfort and healing
From the day’s tiredness is the moonlight for me.

Photograph Courtesy : Anshul Gautam's ViBGYOR


Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Open Window...


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On closing my eyes, I fill thick brooded meshes in my lungs with air… I hold it for a while, pushing it a little further, until I can hold it no more. Freshness sprouting outside my open window descends deep down into me… Perhaps, its spring; I can see through the open window, trees ladened with new leaves and buds; birds chirruping, squeaking around in happy-playful mood. Jolly squirrel nests on the tree too, jumping from branch to branch. Sometime they stop by at the open window, staring at my partially lit face.

Can I be ever free? I have been captive under chains of my psychotic mind. Along every perspectived dimension in my mind, there jolts clumsy curiosity; the curiosity to arrive at a clue to freedom, a way to cut bars in the open window, to dissolve the tiny autumn within me and dilute it into the sprawling spring outside.

Tools made out of elemental love, I have used enough. Adamant chains tied around my torso don’t listen to them. In the environs of spooky silent nights, my imaginary friend visits me. He preaches to carve my tools out from hatred, assuring the success on blood soiled chains. Morally fed soul of mine ravages at this juncture; it still trusts in love, although yet to recover from past injuries bought in the love’s conspiracy.

The sunlight is warm, grazing over green trees outside the open window. At a certain time of the day, the Sun bathes my dark pestered room, throwing a shine of hope on my face. It’s the time when my friend in my shadow visits me. He shares his thoughts with me, conjuring me about life; What is life?

As the Sun rises up in the sky, friend in my shadow recedes, and he is away when its all dark again. He left me a note yesterday… When the Sun was bathing me in a spotlight of hope today at its time, I read the note:

“Life is beautiful outside your open window. Free yourself from the chains that never physically existed. Free yourself from the captivity laid by chains of your diverse mind. I am waiting, outside your open window….                                                  -Anshul"

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

New Leaflets

Innocence in stipules,
The novelty in its shade
Pigmented in green
Lustrous in rays from Sun,
Waves in the air
Flimsy and translucent leaflets.
Born from the old stem
Brown and rigid,
Textured with experiences
It gained in a long time.

Leaflets breeze joy,
Pacify the previous pain
Sprinkling the newness in air
Freshening the surrounding
With ambiance of liveliness,
Like notes from sitar
Played in an early morning,
Solacing our mind
Healing the anguish
Descending into our ruptured soul.

Who cares, who plucked the leaf
Who pinned the giant in pain,
New leaflets must come
And breathe in life again.
The nature and its laws
Leaflets acquaint well.
Life has to move on,
With the newness, each new day
And prosper towards future
Till the pigment stays green.



Monday, December 31, 2012

Glitters on the New Year's Eve



In this coming newness
Bloom the flower of joy
In the garden of your life.
Fill your mug till its brink
With intoxicating happiness.
Lets say cheers to new aspirations
And imbibe it down,
Deep into our lives.
In this coming newness,
Above all religion,
Abide by laws of friendship.
Spread the song of love.
Tap your feet on solacing tunes
From strings of virtuousness.
Come!
Join my party,
Enroll into my resolution.
In this coming newness,
It’s an oath to Stay Human.

I wish you all, a very happy new year!



I present you a Laughing Buddha, for your never ending happiness. :)


Friday, December 28, 2012

Photo-Snippets -> 'Nestling Happiness'


Happiness existed in small things,
In a world which was itself small,
But it could fly;
Dreamy leaps with fairy wings.
In that world, views were pure
And so were goals.
Sacred emotions
Without fear,
Life was a child’s play.

I wish, If I could get my childhood back!










Thursday, December 27, 2012

Photo-Snippets -> 'Bird of Passage'




I am a wanderer
Lost in the wilderness
Off the desolated road,
Into the sprawling realms.
On the brink, 
At the edge of my life,
The road will project me
Into an outer space where
Nix will be emotions.
I expect to meet someone
In that absolute emptiness;
My ultimate pacifier.
That shall end my Journey,
My never meandering.


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Lights' Festivity | Deepavali

My eyes illuminated, from the widespread festive fervor that tingled deep into veins.

My city Oh Lord; engrossed with energy, wrapped in arms of symbolic victory of good deeds over evils, stands aloud in the stillness of darkness.

Crackles and shouts; celebrations of joy! of togetherness and solidarity; the emblem of illumed country land.

With offerings of salvations, and courage to endorse truth, I lift glint from my heart, and protrude it into a lamplight.

My lamplight to stay glowing; shadows to escape, and gleams of enlightenment in my soul to rejuvenate, are the words I shall keep in my pray.