If only in real, I could fly. (drunkard’s poem #1)
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]
Shooting oneself, ourselves to the infinite blue. ..floating on your dreams, pretending to fly. Closed eyes, breathing deep, senses numb, having no clue, Riding your dreams, [Read more...]
I just noticed, I didnot really blog post this entire month. So I thought of coming up with a post, personal in nature.. mainly speaking about my whereabouts. So where do I start ? My last personal [Read more...]
And as I said in the last blogpost, I hardly photograph these days, and if at all.. its either low interior light or the street lights, and the subject - Human beings. ..and this is Harshit [Read more...]