The Insatiable Momentum of Wandering

"THE CONANDRUM OF NATURE"

The enigmatic beauty that resides in the silence of the woods has been quite intriguing to this child inside who has always considered nature as their mother, their only relation to this entire worldly consciousness. The secrets have always been and will keep on providing for the play. There's nothing much to be discussed on this context since the silence has always talked more, has always been able to mean much more than mere utterances could ever reveal. But, on this I would like to paraphrase Byron here from his "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage"----

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”

Woods clicks.
CANON EOS 1100D
04.02.2021

Through The Rain

"AND THEN RAIN CAME IN" It is the month of June already as we are continued to be in quarantine. In this part of the world, it's monsoon now and so comes splashing every now and then, The Rain. I don't really know but this very season is a bit closer to me than the others of the cycle. There's no particular reason I could think of except for the fact that the day I was born, it rained heavily as they say. So maybe it's that or maybe something else but when the rain comes and with it the strange feeling of something that I cannot really express, I suppose, the cold but gentle touch of nature along with the smell of the sky and as it pours down on the city all over and just cleanses her down is what I really look forward to every time. As I write this, it's again a cloudy sky outside now and that's the best part of this time. These are some clicks I took a few days back after quite a drizzle took place. The raindrops fell on the cobweb of my window and...

The Only Certain

"RENDEZVOUS OF DEATH" Disclaimer: This post has not been tried to make any offence. Please do not feel so. All our lives, we keep running to meet the deadlines of time, only to find ourselves the late runner. By the luck of chance, even if we come across certain 'correct' timings, we fall in the dungeon of the 'wrongs' in the next. And finally, going down the sweet and salty path when we reach the finish-line, we are already "too late". Death arrives. But is death early? Or even late?! I suppose death comes only at the most certain moment. You can argue about accidents or even self-infliction, but only if we have known all the equations of the entire universe and still be alive to talk about them, then I hope the argument would not suffice. The only and most probable truth ( proven ) lies in death. The infinite flow of the nature chooses to be shrouded in mysteries but has left something for us. It has shared a trick with us. Too certain a trick!...

A Colourful CLiCK!

"THE COLOURS" The colours remain in their very natural vibrant form, only if you can see. CANON EOS 1100D Craft clicks. 05.09.2017

The Lost Vagabond

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