repetition. The same movement over and over, every time a little off. Every time the same movement? A little off?… Read more Leafy Labyrinth
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.
Morning; Voyage
This morning the bed spit me out in distaste. I am not responsible for these dreams, I think out loud… Read more Morning; Voyage
Afternoon; Out Discovering
I stretched my body, arms reaching out to look for a vagrant cloud or two, to pull them overhead for… Read more Afternoon; Out Discovering
Down
In thought and in death, aspirations drop and sink. Downwards. Oh the weight of azure sky that rests on my… Read more Down
Garden’s poetry; Bees and Ants
three benign bees free flying bees like freebie Frisbees now ant alone now ants meet now ants go
Walking Skywards
On the first of this month we were on our way skywards. The night before, I had suddenly woken up… Read more Walking Skywards
Garden’s Poetry: A Young Couple
It has been almost ten months since I last took the camera out, spending soft moments with birds and insects…… Read more Garden’s Poetry: A Young Couple
Flying or Falling
how did I get here? which way is upwards? you can tell from the rush of air if you feel… Read more Flying or Falling
Papering the Speed of our Breath
touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town… Read more Papering the Speed of our Breath
Fluid World: Voices
Things have been a little unusual lately… or so it would seem, had I not been paying attention and meticulously… Read more Fluid World: Voices
