It is an old song that is still very young
It is my favorite person who still lives in heart
Above all, it is beautiful.
The morning was full of rain, but i missed it. Rain is a train of raindrops. Something is in my mind. Presumably, it is rain.
I love how sun rays sneak through the leaves; fall over leaves and sometimes disturbs us. We could never find what's right there in the middle of the sun, just like in the middle of the ocean.
It's been long time since i came out of my cocoon and my comfort zone. I hate being jugged by/ discussed by or talked by people in the town. I want to sink like these straws in the water of the canal and no one is noticing.
Things and leaves are messed up akin to thoughts in my mind. I can not figure out what i exactly think and what is the exact state i am living in? I am tired most of the time but expressionless.
Tried to capture the birds ( mostly black) but they flew as soon as i drew my mobile phone from my pocket. They thought as if i hold any weapon in my hand to hit them with.
I love the sun in this particular pose and in this particular way where it is sneaking through some boundaries.
A dead bird, floating, i saw, like a wrapped thing. I kept of seeing and i was floating too with the bird. The bird whose wings are of the no use as they are clipped off.
Some ducks ducking in the water.
Bird is flying.
Water water everywhere ; it rained.
It is time to go back home.