what’s more disappointing than falling in love in our generation?
we have all fallen in love through radio waves..made love by tapping a screen..and discovered souls through digital photographs..
and, amidst all of it, unfriended soulmates..
-animesh
IC- Broke Bibliophile
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“There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.”
― Ray Bradbury
Animesh Photography©
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I craved a love so deep,
that when our souls locked hands, even affection couldn’t slip through..
but, our world, where all that love does is weep, you & i, he & she, all making love under the lamp of our own ego, and all we ever did, was hold the sword that would defend us by the sharp end..
and, now as I dwell in my castle of loneliness..i still crave for the smear of your lust spread across my bedsheet, which was once our voyage to infinity..
every night, as the curtain of darkness fell upon us, the moon silenced the earth to listen to your 2 a.m secrets & fetishes..
yet amidst all the envy & stale dreams, I swear that the dust that I am returned to, to even the withered flowers that will once decorate my tomb will love you entirely, from the taste of your sweat to the collarbone from which it dripped from..
-animesh
(photography and writing both mine)
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how amazing human beings are..
some find calmness walking down a busy alley..
yet, some crave for silence, failing to escape the chaos of a moonlight night..staying up late to safeguard the clock., where two strikes of the pendulum comprised of more secrets than her lips ever uttered..
the thoughts were ink..the moon was the half written book..
-animesh
(photography and writing both done by me)
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So, this is the ground where I grew up playing soccer. While we played, we always had one spectator who never got tired looking at our amateurish play. As the sun set gradually each day, and the streetlights lined up at the edge of the field glowed with more intensity, an intensity strong enough to call us home, this man still stood there to offer us his last few glasses of desi lemonade which was enough to satisfy our thirst,
…and his tomorrow!
midnight clamour 