रामराम #5 - throwaway photography / the world is constantly in motion

lukakorba (63)in #blog • 5 years ago (edited)

रामराम #5

throwaway photography / the world is constantly in motion

culture is an over-stimulant; we shape our individualism into an accepted model, but just whose approval are we seeking? beauty lies in the outcasts - those who got evicted from society. in them lie the remnants of the truthful past; the ripe fruit that fell off the tree. who draws the line between life and death, and where do they stand? despite of my undeniable pull towards nature, i long for the society's touch, as an admiration for faces still lingers over me to this day.

the airport scene i know very well. 106 ways to escape the staleness of immobility are staring me right in the face. each facial twitch is an escapade of hope. decaffeinated love - the worldly effort. ancient admiration remains so, whilst momentary appreciation is the only thing known to the millennial.

the piano stabilises the wandering mind. as the artist's fingers dance on the keys, a communion happens; all is vibrations. the continuity of silence soothes the restless. a retreat is much needed - discomfort caresses the wounded.

the eagle's presence gifts me wings. into the nest i fly, seeking shelter from the lonely. and just like that the eagle's gone - the horizon ate its beauty.

i confronted the sky and it parted when i asked for a second glimpse of the promised freedom. underneath the moonlight, i resided in my heart, but as the morning came, i ran into the ocean of devotional bliss. all alone, so meek in color - eagle eyes don't know attachment.

dreamers don't differ from the dream itself, unless they think they are awake. there is an undertone of domestic violence in each din uttered by a so-called lover. only ballet dancers know not the calamity of parting. take me under thy wings and fly into the sunset.

the sober mind recollects every dove seen in the night sky - the mornings tend to wake up the blind. just as character can be found in the valleys of facial ravines, confidence builds up on the outermost layer of the heart - seekers gravitate to its birthplace, reconstructing their ideologies of the world based on their new findings.

the vastness of opportunity raises many a question. can reason be found in the savannahs occupied by lions of deception? i reminisce on the wine of liverpool, remembering the tate encounter. regardless of the intensity of devotion, as the gusts of thought pick up, we are gone.

26a - a beautifully corrupted residence. up here, lies can be truth if we so wish. i reconnect with the name yet ponder on the nameless. the formality of relationships with strangers is ugly. it takes strength - and character - to speak up. a mirror is but a means of reflecting the reflected. a snapshot of joy hangs over the eternal melancholia of the unknown now.

that which we call the passing of time is relative - that much we know - but is it possible to transcend this sequence of events and permanently reside atop a fourth-dimensional state of heart? the all reveals itself in everything when enough attention is paid. that being the case, consider me broke, but don't stand in the way of me and the eagle's nest.