Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream
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.
Photography: Aren’t we forgetting something?
Dear Friend of my Heart, Do you still have a sense of wonder for photographs? The capturing of a moment… Read more Photography: Aren’t we forgetting something?
Treasures, Wings and the Moon
Dear Friend of my Heart, I was going through some old pieces of writing earlier and something peculiar and amusing… Read more Treasures, Wings and the Moon
shadows: a verse meets a verse
Dear Friend of my Heart, It is the most delightful occurrence, in the most daringly playful of my opinions, when a… Read more shadows: a verse meets a verse
Slow Life
Dear friend of my heart, Tonight sleep is a fidgety butterfly… as I listen to some soft notes wafting dreamily… Read more Slow Life
A Carefree Composition
Dear friend of my heart, I do not understand why anyone would give up the heaven and hell of deep… Read more A Carefree Composition
Dying Star
The dying star bled dismally as we floated around it. If one were to trace our path , the lines… Read more Dying Star
Evening Gold and Midnight Blue
I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden… Read more Evening Gold and Midnight Blue
old man winter
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
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
