INDIA - Photography & Poetry
INDIA
INDIA
A Poetic Experience
(Poetry & Photography)
india’s call - 30.11.18
keys to love, and who, too, molds
broken hearts if not we all?
will you answer india’s call?
full of love, just like a fountain
overflows with water blues.
seek, for there’s nothing to lose.
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self-destructive - 24.07.19
discomfort and increased heartbeats
flood me from within without;
i will find it hard, no doubt,
to accustom to these ways.
what awaits me are long days
in the heat of self-destruction.
please do guide me, give instruction,
for alone i'll fail to see
delhi's dimmed out poetry.
the streets of delhi - 24.07.19
this journey was beyond long,
but now i sit somewhere in this city,
trying to gather suiting words and be witty,
but speechless is my ego now -
namaste - i bow, i bow.
everybody hustles, sells
what they can; they force feed you -
from within, this famous view
overwhelms and strips you nude.
here, you don't know who is rude
and who's sole desire is
to ease your life with their bliss.
heart's at ease - 24.07.19
i'm usually not one that's hard to please,
but here it seems that my heart's not at ease -
why is the world we live in so diseased?
you will get to witness peace in each town
you travel to after here, so that frown
must go immediately or you will drown
my polluted skin - 24.07.19
settle down deep within
the cells of my polluted skin -
to miss their beauty is to sin.
will go well; as shiva sings
me to sleep, krishna brings
meaning to it all.
papaya juice - 24.07.19
over the day
i prefer the busy night -
postcards don't depict the sight
of these streets from rooftops;
terraces of choice.
papaya juice aids in reinforcing my voice.
one month - 25.07.19
life's eternal if this pace
keeps us; everything is rushing slow.
sitting back, i let the show
simply move in harmony.
for the tears, please pardon me.
trapped in thoughts - 25.07.19
always postponing freedom?
for fulfilment to grow wings,
you must change a dozen things;
closed hearts never will allow
love to enter in, and how
can it be attracted to
a hater of their own self; you?
delhi - 25.07.19
indian poetry - 25.07.19
with an expression of pain -
breathing in their energy
infiltrated each vein
of my body with this
neurotic mindset that i
currently find myself in,
trying hard not to cry.
of it all and see through
the physical poverty,
but i just cannot seem to
be able to not obsess
over that which i see
in a negative way;
this is indian poetry.
lodi garden - 26.07.19
busy cities shadows cast
on the faces of the now.
to experience bliss, allow
not your liberty to bore;
call a truce and end the war.
curiosity, too, meets
eyes of local passerbys -
clouds reside amid the skies,
offering protection, and
of me nothing they demand.
eternally free - 26.07.19
free from all adversity
would without a doubt...
to feel alive - 26.07.19
perhaps so, and thus i dive
into the unknown - how
will tomorrow, from the now,
differ - greatly, meaning i
will no longer be the sky,
weeping tears of internal
sadness, for the external
makes me weak and feel minute?
near the lake, there with a flute
will be someone you will meet -
parting might cause great defeat,
but if all must end, just know
that misery you needn't show.
the fleeing - 27.07.19
i'm disgusted with the mud,
with the noise and the lack
of street rule - oh, to go back
to the known is my wish.
frankly, i prefer the dish
i myself prepare at home;
perhaps i amn't made to roam
these parts of the world; for sure
blessed are not the poor.
dried up - 28.07.19
all my tears have already been shed,
and i feel tied up;
because of handcuffs, my mind has bled.
i wish i could light up,
for dark thoughts dwell in my head.
sometimes i write up
these poems without which i would be dead.
i have walked on to find a way,
and whenever i find someone
to walk alongside me, they always go astray.
or have evolved to be alone;
well, whatever the case,
i'm counting my days,
for they are all i own.
cashmere tobacco - 29.07.19
i tend to try
delete the me
i know
and become
some kind
of fucking
superhero.
walking the road
of sober thoughts
this week, and
i thirst to say
the least, the most,
whatever.
found myself in
india -
in the dirty streets
of religious
maniacs,
who would sell
you their wallet
to put your money
inside of it.
won't
stop
honking...
listen to me when
i say that i am
not interested
in your cashmere
tobacco.
straight - 29.07.19
that died.
hostel - 29.07.19
in this hostel.
and no toilet paper.
the walls are peeling,
the doors look taped
to the wall, and the
bed sheets have
holes in them.
there are rules though:
check inn time 1200 hours
check out time 1100 hours
payments should be made in advance
luggage should be left at luggage store and no valuables must be left inside after checkout
no valuables should be left unattended
guests are requested to keep silence inside dorm
outsiders are not allowed in hostel premises
please help us to keep the hostel clean and hygienic. thank you
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