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Every one of us is searching…for something…or someone…all the time..unknowingly maybe but we are…I think it’s happiness. Whether it is in the form of an object or in the form of a person but we are chasing it. In our darkest moments it is the light of these longings which drag us back to our feet. Gives us a push to move on. To search for what we desire. We are unhappy at the moment so we are running for happiness in the future. Maybe this despair is what makes it so valuable and something to cherish.

Despite of this ideal concept, we are wrong more than we realize. We run and run and run trying to find that one person, that one object, that one goal that we think will make us happy. Maybe momentarily it does makes us happy but soon we realize it is not what we thought it would be. And soon all the glitter and it’s attractiveness subsides and just like that, Again we are left with this despair that we were trying so hard to run away from in the first place.

The truth is we can never be happy until or unless we are happy with what we have today. At this present moment. We have to learn to be content with what we have right now, in our grasp, so close to us rather than chasing something that is so out of reach that we miss what we have close by to us. We have to learn to not chase things in future so much so that we forget today. Running after a future that might not even exist? Doesn’t it sound absurd? This concept that has been brainwashed into our minds, We don’t even know what is going to happen in this next second then how can we allow ourselves to chase after something that maybe years away? Life can end mid-sentence and I know that all too well from personal experience.

We gotta learn and teach our generations to enjoy this moment that actually in all realness exists because it is only ‘this’ moment that is ever going to exist. Everything else is always going to be uncertain, noise and unnecessary worry.

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From Every Angle
This week, photograph a subject from three different angles.

She Walks The Earth

Weekly Photo Challenge: Beneath My Feet
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She walks the earth with eloquence and grace.
She passes me by as soft as the wind,
And I can’t help but get shivers down my spine
As desire churns deep in my belly.

This woman- I’m going to have her.
Not because of her undeniable beauty
But because of her soul.
Which she strips bare,
As she walks down the halls.

They way she talks- her lips parting and that half smile.
The scars she carries adorns her skin,
Are only visible to those who dare to look close.

This woman- I’m going to have her.
And then I will strip her bare of all the masks she once wore,
I will let her see herself the way I see her,
By letting her look deep into my soul.

I will have her see her reflection in my eyes
And I swear….
It will be the most beautiful image she will ever see in her life.

Night Drive

Weekly Photo Challenge: My Inspiration

Night Drive

I love traveling at night.. Watching lights in the distance like stars in the sky. It has its own beauty compared to traveling in the day. Something so cathartic about staring into nothingness and occasional night lights. The sky is never pitch black, it has this gray purplish hue, sometimes taken over by pink at the horizon.

Right now I see thunderstorm In the distance as sky lits up in white with every strike of lightning. And the summer air grazes my cheeks and the wind dances with my hair.

Something so poetically beautiful about the night.… I sigh watching the infinite vastness of the sky.

Night has something to say.. So I listen carefully to its silence, the message it’s trying to convey.

I rest my head on the side of the window…watch the road pass by…with it minutes, hours and…my life.

Pain & I

Weekly Photo Challenge

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Maybe my pain has found nirvana, it’s ultimate resting place. It’s never really gone, it can never be truly gone but after crashing into me… inside me so many times, over and over it has probably found its place. I hope it stays. I still feel it there floating around my ribcage, discreetly hiding. It’s not like I don’t expect it to resurface and claim my heart again but I do expect it to be nicer to me. I do expect it to be kind. I do expect it to make me stronger. I have a weapon against it ready though; my words. That’s the only thing I have. I will turn my pain into beautiful poetic chains and hang it on the walls of my diaphragm. I will let everyone know how these scars were made. Maybe pain and I can work together, to each other’s advantage. Maybe we have reached an agreement. It can have a piece of me from time to time and I will weave it into words. Maybe we can make this work. In fact there is no other way, I’m sure it will work, Pain and I.

Cigarettes & Smoke

Weekly Photo Challenge: Symbolic
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I watched the cigarette smoke dilute in air as I took another puff from it. It made me think of how everything in life has this tendency to dilute and disappear; people, things, feelings. Everything eventually dissolves into nothingness. How everything is finite. Meant to end sooner or later. Yet we cling on; to a person, thing, love for our dear life. Like it’s meant to bring us peace. Like it will save us from the finite nature of life. We become addicted to all these things, like I’ve become addicted to this smoke that slowly fills up my lungs, warming up my airway as I slowly exhale it out and watch it make patterns in the air, momentarily celebrating its freedom as it dances giving its last final performance and then disappears, never to be seen again. This smoke will probably kill me, I know that yet I cling on, maybe because it gives me an illusion of peace, of escape. The same way we cling on to a person, thing, love whatever provides us with illusions. Life isn’t any different from a cigarette and it’s smoke. We know it’s slowly killing us, yet we get so lost in people, things, feelings, watch them slowly take our pieces away as we slowly dissolve into mortality of life. It’s a two-way sword. Either way life is gonna kill us then why not let it destroy us, why not self-destruct, why not let the smoke take over. Why not go down in flames as we reduce to ashes. As our bones turn brittle, skin wrinkles and our memories fade… Like smoke. We savor it for one last time and just like that the darkness takes over.

Note: This post by no means encourages or promotes smoking.
Cigarette Smoking May be Hazardous to Your Health.

Broken

Weekly Photo challenge: Sunlight breaking through my window

Sunlight breaking through my window

A part of her was always hidden away, like the moon.
She shined bright from afar, everybody wanted to touch her.
They could ‘almost’ reach her but never really could.
They could see what was on the surface but never got close enough to see the rough edges and scars on her skin.
Her placid skin did well to hide the marks of her struggle.
Just like a moon she shone bright with light, little did others know it wasn’t her own.
That light was an illusion to mask the darkness that resided within her.
The light was to cover the surface so nobody could see the black hole in place of what once was her heart.
The dark hole sucking her existence inch by inch
So light was necessary to not let people see her blinking out of existence.
And One day just like that, she disappeared.


This is going to be my last post for a while. I have to take a break (again, I know) and I don't expect everyone to understand (but I really hope you all do). I will be back by the end of July hopefully. When I return I have got a huge (and by huge I mean absolutely humongous) announcement to make, the most important announcement of my life as of yet. Keeping my fingers crossed for that. If everything goes well, I will be back to tell you all about it. I can't wait to share it with you all already. See you all soon. 
Loads and Loads of Love,
Zee.

Nature and Love

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 Song Of The Week

Now last but not least for this week’s photo challenge I’ve chosen this photograph. It might not look like much but it was a really frightening yet adventurous experience at the same time, where we truly got to see the force of nature. My friend and I got a chance to explore these Ruins of an old abandoned Hindu Temple. It was already cloudy but the rain had stopped for a little while just enough for us to go wander about the ruins. But nature played us. As soon as we got in the heart of that huge creepy place it started raining cats and dogs, along with thunderstorms. We had no umbrella either. It was getting dark too. And let’s admit running around an old Hindu temple alone wasn’t the most preferable place to be at that point in time with no other person on site. So we ducked beneath one of the structures in the ruins waiting for the rain to stop (While praying something or somebody won’t attack us) and this is when I took this picture. You can see the rain drops on the photo as the darkness surrounded us.

All I gotta say now is: Well played nature well played!Force

(A little side note: I know I’ve been away for a while so hadn’t had a chance to visit your blogs and see what you’ve been up to. I will try to catch up with you guys in the coming days. Thanks for sticking up with me. Love, Zee.)