Dear Friend of my Heart, I saw a middle-aged man sit beside a sapling and speak to it of everything… Read more When I Grow up
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.
Conversation
Dear Friend of my Heart, Sometimes someone you’ve never met before looks at you from across the room and comes… Read more Conversation
The Gravity of a Dream
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
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
