Melody of Life

27th January 2014

'Melody of Life' is a series of pictures taken at The Leela Palace, Bangalore around 3 months back, where a lady was playing piano. They are all clicked with a thought in mind that is: 'The Magical Melody of Life'. All pictures are clicked by a 50mm lens and are retouched very minimal.

Those wrinkles on her skin and the dried up eyes

had just another million stories,

like everyone else.

Her million stories had a handful of smiles and another handful of tears,

It had ups and downs,

It was her roller coaster ride of emotions and feelings 

of love, hatred and loneliness

Her fingers swayed over the piano

making me believe in the power of love again,

love for what you do.

I couldn't just hear music then, 

I was listening to her soul and its stories,

I was listening to the most beautiful melodies of life,

I was living in a different land then.

Her fingers were her medium to take people into a different world.

I guess that's what she wanted us to do,

Get inside her world with her music and listen to her stories.

It wasn't just the piano I heard,

It was melody of a child's laughter and crackle of crisp leaves,

It was bees humming on flowers and the sound of the waves crashing on rocks,

It was the sound wind blowing through my hair and the little birds tweeting.

It wasn't just music,

It was the silence in her heart and the chaos in her mind.

I couldn't be any less lost to another world,

A world of her existence and her stories.

It wasn't just music,

It was melody of life.

It was magic of the universe.

It wasn't just music,

It was a million stories in every single note. 

....MELODY OF LIFE....

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Your Aura and My Illusion

4th December 2013 (Week 1)

'Illusion' is a series of pictures taken at various points of time with one thought in mind: 'Illusion'. All pictures are clicked by a 50mm lens and are retouched very minimal.

A lone, desolate land I was heading to when I decided to take a halt and see if I was going right,
After a long thought process I realized I wasn't,
I was broke and shattered,
I let my ego bent and ask for help,
But I could see no one around.

I was standing alone waiting for a miracle to happen,

I was patient and trying to be in peace,

It wasn't working out until I could sense a vibe coming to me,

No, It wasn't a bad one like I usually sense and run away from,

It was different and I wanted to know it.

Yes, I was cold with the deep dark secrets inside my soul.
Your aura, Your warmth was certainly an alien feeling for my skin,
It melted me, melted me NOT to the core but a certain extent that it started 
making me warm again.

Your aura was so strong and so wide as if it was spread across the sky,
I thought it was just an illusion when my blind eyes saw it,
My conscience felt numb as you inched closer to my cold skin.
My skin could feel your aura wrapping me up,
I could know it was true and not an illusion.

I was no longer letting my mind decide,
I was no longer bounding myself and my desires.
I let myself loose, put my heart right in front of your precious soul,
I wonder if it felt my heart, 
I wonder if you could sense my feelings for you.

I knew you could sense it, 
I knew I was pure and just a little unsure,
You knew how chaotic my mind was right then,
You decided to stay.

Yes! You decided to stay,
Stay but not forever,
You made up your mind to stay until I could be sure and at peace 
and leave once I am walking to the light and on right path
I knew that.

I am sure you don't know when you decided to stay and leave after your purpose was fulfilled,
I by that time had already made up my mind to be a person you would want to be with forever,
And yes! I am that person in my heart,
I just don't show it as openly as you do.

I don't show what I am,
I like living with a different identity and face,
I stay fake because my heart isn't strong enough to take this world of sin,
It ain't strong enough to face the truth and I make it live in an illusion and a different world.

Maybe, that's where I go wrong,
Maybe, that's where I need to change,
Maybe I need to come out of that illusion 
and face the harsh realities and see how strong I am.

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Seven Wishes (Her's)

25th September 2013 (Week 3)

'Seven Wishes (Her's)' is a series of pictures taken and compiled in a way to put up the thought of her 'Seven Wishes'. All pictures are clicked by a 18-55mm lens with a Canon 550D and have been composed in a way to create symmetry in the most asymmetric of forms. 

Who doesn't wish? 

Every single one of us does that. Sometimes we know what we wish for and sometimes we don't, Sometimes it's very materialistic and sometimes it's just some feeling you need. We are human beings, We expect, We wish, We desire and It's very natural. We sometimes work for wishes to come true and sometimes we just wait for some magic to happen. Sometimes working hard works and sometimes magic, But one day it happens. 
Wishes come true.
Sometimes in most expected ways and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes really soon, as quick as the blink of our eyes and sometimes you have to wait for real long, so long that you forgot what you wished for.

I know this girl, I meet her daily. Every single day.
I see her walk through the most crowded of the streets.

I feel the pain when she cries and I feel her heart warm and light when she smiles.

I see her dreaming and I hear her talking to herself.

I see her in the mirror each morning I wake up.

She wishes, She dreams, She desires.

I see her fail and succeed daily.

Her wishes aren't big at all.

They are just what a normal girl wishes for.

SILENCE

She has been chaotic and noisy inside,

For the past few days all she could feel inside her was an absence of silence.
She wished for silence for a while.
She wanted to feel those moments which make her pure again.
She needed silence to get back to what she was.

PEACE

She wanted peace.
She wanted to make peace between the two parts fighting in her.

She was broke and unstable.

She wanted to find home and home for her is where there is peace.

She couldn't find peace and So couldn't find home.

Homeless and strangled she felt.

LIGHTS

She was scared. 

Scared of darkness inside her.

Her light was getting hidden by the clouds and that wasn't what she really could take.

She wanted her light back.

HEART

She desired a heart. 

Her heart was stolen and broken bad.

She felt hollow in her chest.

She wanted a heart to fill it.

She wanted to love someone and preserve their heart like she has preserved memories of her heart.

BELIEVE

She wanted to believe and get believed, by someone.

She was a glass doll but broken and shattered to pieces.

She was broken so bad that she wasn't able to believe in herself but she badly wanted to believe in herself again.

INFINITE 

She wanted to be infinite, with no limits and no boundaries.

She wanted to be free like the autumn bird.

She wanted to fly to all corners of the world with a desire of being wanted in her heart.

SERENDIPITY

Her life revolved around serendipity.

She lived with a wish to discover herself and purpose of her existence. 

Serendipity for her was her own accidental discovery of herself.

P.S. All her wishes are coming true. Slowly, with each passing moment.

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Rust and Corroded Wood

3rd August 2013 (Week 2)

'Rust and Corroded Wood' is a series of pictures taken at various points of time with one thought in mind: 'Rusted Nails and Corroded Wood'. All pictures are clicked by a 18-55mm lens and are retouched very minimal.

I left those memories behind those wooden doors,

They hurt and kill me part by part,

I left those memories behind those wooden doors,

They’re no more mine,

They’re no more yours.

However tight the carpenter ties the bond,

The two are different and they do not exist in the real world,

However tight the rope is tied around them,

Someday they grow out to go their own way,

They learn themselves and choose their own ways.

I wanted to be lost again,

Lost and never to be found out by anyone,

I wanted those wooden doors be shut on me,

To start over again.

Rusted nails and corroded wood,

They go so deep into each other not realizing ever, 

That they're killing each other.

I am half wood and half human,

I have feelings but they're not so strong,

I can protect you from others,

But I am not sure If I can protect you from myself.

Its not about going on with the life,

It is about finding a way to grow,

Its about making your space without disturbing someone else,

Its about living harmoniously with your surroundings and souls.

Keep walking, O traveler,

Your destiny is not far away,

Its just a few miles ahead and its looking at you with a smile.

Run fast, for it may disappear again and you'll have to struggle all over to find it again.

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She was lost again!

8th July 2013 (Week 1)

'She was lost again!' is a series of pictures taken at various points of time with one thought in mind: 'She was lost again!'. All pictures are clicked by a 18-55mm lens and are retouched very minimal.

Suddenly the sky started roaring,

She was trembling inside,

Her heart was pounding with a thousand beats per minute

And then there,

She was lost again.

It wasn't her usual spot,

It was a new place and she was surrounded by many a number of souls

And yet there,

She was lost again!

Caught up again in the abyssal of the glory of nature,

Looking at the most fantastically functioning and breathtakingly beautiful products of the earth,

Probably,

She was lost again!

For thy eyes met her mate's present,

For thy love couldn't be restored,

For thy heart was punctured by her furious words,

She's sorry to you,

For She was lost again!

She couldn't stop staring at his bright eyes,

Those dark brown eyes which held a million stories in them,

I think in those eyes,

She was lost again!

No wonder the path she chose was rocky,

No wonder it had so many diversions,

Just amidst those,

I suppose,

She was lost again!

She wasn't a story or a fairy-tale,

She wasn't just another girl,

She was a dream, a true sinner, a glory, a life

But somewhere in the sparkles of this world of lust and greed,

She was lost again!

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