Timid and shy a pleasant stray, Cloudy was always a joy; a fighter born a lone wolf, Dusty could ne’er have been coy; a pet pup being fussed over, Rusty was meant as a toy; None would foresee life to grow, into a willing killjoy. His mom didn’t stir, run over she was, trying to … Continue reading The Three Amigos
A lush green paddy patch to the bystander’s eyes, knowing not behind the vista what hardship lies. With blood and toil nurtured, starting with the plough, sowing, growing, nourishing, lifting water until now. With tender loving care, fighting spot, rot and blight, and once the grains appear standing guard day and night. From afar the … Continue reading A Harvest of Chance
The morning vistas alter rapidly, and I wonder why does it enthuse me, not just today, but daily so? Is it the inherent beauty of the landscape that bewitches me – fast-changing displays with a few rapid brushstrokes of vivid hues, tones and shades? Or is it the transient nature of the spectacle itself that … Continue reading Revelations in Reverie
Crisp, sharp, focus. These pictures, taken in a moment of inspiration are actually a metaphor for our journey in life. Whatever the objective, the aspiration, the intent, the mission – if we take unhesitant, deliberate, purposeful and relentless strides towards the goal with unwavering faith in our abilities, nothing can thwart a triumphant culmination of … Continue reading Focus!
A photographer’s index finger is always a source of nervous energy, especially when shooting a story in motion. “OK – framed it! No, a little more toppish. Too much happening on the left – pan it a little. OK, now do I wait? How long? Is this the one? Now? No, wait – subject’s turned … Continue reading Misfired!
A hospital is, in my opinion, one of those places which brings you down to ground zero, sometimes a level lower too, to sync with the bare, naked reality of life. As we go about building dreamy castles of aspirations in thin wispy clouds of our imagination, it takes but one loose brick to be … Continue reading The Waiting Room
Sun signs in sanguinity, sceptical swarms of species surface, seek not servitude, sprout! – Narendra Nayak © 2018