Stranger between us I don’t know ...how this has started but their is a stranger that always stays between us all and this stranger who lives in us... creates this gap.... feelings that rise are suppressed. i feel suffocated like this sometimes this becomes unbearable but then u gulp down somehow feeling bad for not expressing to further illustrate my point ... if the man is near me and can hear me thoughts even can study what my body says he remains still confined in himself, he don’t open up he stays in his boundaries remains a disciplined nut but sometimes i jump out of this strangers suit and do what i feel to do and i noticed people looks at me like i am weird....i feel good ..but everywhere this stranger walks with me like my shadow......what to say further....a strangers hands in my pocket....and now i am myself a stranger to me... wandering in this dead city built on hopes lust and lies...i don’t feel bad to be the part of it but i am trying to grow out of this madness... how can one walk the ways of love remaining stranger of the city....i have met old strangers in the park who lived their entire life in the same place doing the same things and yet stranger so much stranger that in their old age they are seeking old age homes they remained stranger to their love their children’s to themselves even....they almost reminds me a case of the poem .......owl stares in the sky sitting blind to the rays of sun...why become owl when beauty is everywhere and yet they cannot enjoy it... wind passed by their sides unheard .....a short passage of the city i live in .....i categoriesed the image in still life as it just does not moves by its own sad ....i feel sad...
Wonderful about sanjeev, you must be a facinating person, you have so many interesting thoughts going through your head at all times, and you know how to express yourself so well. the photodepicts that inner person well, there yet not seen. Well done. Alison
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{K:163889} 2/9/2006