Posted on November 8, 2019
by nootropicphilosopher
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Do you see me finally Her eyes asked unassumingly In this crowd of happiness I must confess, I’m no village beauty They darted to the other girl Everyone admired earlier.. Including me. Perhaps it’s my baby That you now see I dressed her special…
Category: I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Travelogue, World CultureTags: Acrylic painting, Amazon villagers, artist, bonding, bonds, Eyes, inspiration, original art, peruvian, poem, poet, spiritual
The magpie’s cult When a playful magpie takes a bath Seeing that magic, makes wine of wrath It takes the wondrous joy of a child Adds carefree zest of a teen gone wild Shakes them together into a cult That of a free, inventive…
Category: Entertainment, I think.., Philosophy, Phlog, Photography, Poetry, Travelogue, tropical birds, World CultureTags: Acrylic painting, artist, Artwork, bird bath, bird bathing, bird painitng, birding, frolicking, India, inspiration, inspiration for art, inspiration for drawing, inspirational, Magpie, nature art, original art, poet, Poetry, Sattal, transformation, Travel, Wildlife art, Wildlife photography, Writer
Jodhpur, the less celebrated of Rajasthan’s cities, founded by the lesser known Rathore king: Rao Jodha (at least, lesser lored) in 1497, still holds its own in the extravagant cultural and historic agglomerate, that is Rajasthan. The most famous of the kings who lived…
Category: I think.., Phlog, Photography, Travelogue, tropical birds, World CultureTags: Art, artist, Baoli, Black-winged stilt, Clock tower, Cousins, Family trip, food, Gift shop, Havelis, Hotels, Igneous rocks, India, Indigo, Jewel palace, Jodhpur, Mehrangarh fort, Miniature paintings, Moti mahal, Pal Haveli, Patronage Devi of Marwar, Phool mahal, Rajasthan, Rao Jodha, Restaurants, Sheesha Mahal, Street photography, Terraces, Travel, Travel India, Travel story, Turbans
Posted on March 22, 2015
by nootropicphilosopher
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My city is old and new and in between In it, I am found and lost and never seen The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow You must go if you’ve never been See for…
Category: I think.., Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Travelogue, World CultureTags: Art, artist, city, Delhi, Dilli, Graffiti, Hauz Khas Village, India, life, poem, Street art, Urban
