Dear friend of my heart, It has mostly been euphoric the past few months. It seems, however, that things are… Read more old man winter
Author: Prashant Nawani
Every place in every moment is potent with a zillion stories, pictures, poems, music of life and death. I am trying to find my way across the unfathomable ocean of experience and sometimes, I dive into the depths for sunken treasures and dark mysteries. I write. I take pictures. I make music.
bamboozled bumfuzzled
Dear friend of my heart, phlegmatically achromatic, neither a pinch, nor a slip, not even an off-beat ecstatic, this evening… Read more bamboozled bumfuzzled
Afternoons with Mr. C
helplessly smiling
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most beautiful feeling to hear from you. I am left helplessly smiling.… Read more helplessly smiling
woodwind and light-shade
Dear Friend of my Heart, I wish I were a saxophonist, bursting forth in soft metal woodwind screams. Even thinking… Read more woodwind and light-shade
When I Couldn’t Sleep
Dear Friend of my Heart, I only wanted to fall asleep, but it is hauntingly quiet tonight. It’s getting colder.… Read more When I Couldn’t Sleep
A Dew Drop | High in the Himalayas
Dear friend of my heart, It has been more than a month since I got back home from the high… Read more A Dew Drop | High in the Himalayas
Never Alone
Dear Friend, revisiting an expression of angst from a few years ago I found something that describes how I feel… Read more Never Alone
A Night and a Morning
Dear Friend of my Heart, I have been washed so innocently by the morning light, that I feel like saying… Read more A Night and a Morning
Inspired by the rain-washed light
Dear Friend, Keen tempered caterpillars are voraciously devouring leaves, eager to go into deep meditation. They would later wake up… Read more Inspired by the rain-washed light
