He’ll appear
One night, sly
Engulf me, unaware
In warm threads of cotton
Silence illuminating from the dark
Will hum a lullaby
Till I turn cold
Set free
A mirage
He’ll appear
One night, sly
Engulf me, unaware
In warm threads of cotton
Silence illuminating from the dark
Will hum a lullaby
Till I turn cold
Set free
A mirage
arjun bagga 
Wonderful.
🙂
Another great pairing. Beautiful.
🙂
love this…great photo and words…great ending beautiful illusion
Thank you Doris!
Bellissime: parole ed immagini!
Complimenti!
ciao
.marta
Sei adorabile.
warm color
this poem is yours?
Yes
you get a kiss right in the center of your forehead for this one
Awww! You want me to cry isn’t it?
One more favor. Post a song and a picture will do too 🙂
noooooooo i haven’t felt like it, not enough creative spark perhaps? I have been putting up images on Purple Shoe Photography instead.
😦
whr is dis place?
Kumbh Mela, Allahabad
Ah….freedom. Elusive even though it reaches out to us…
-) perhaps for our sake?
Perhaps usually turns into absolutely….
I’m few creases away. Will know soon, Thank you Clanmother! 🙂
Nice one Arjun 🙂
Thanks Michele 🙂
The colors and lighting of this photo are stunning – the perfect compliment to your words.
Thank you Anita!
I love how your pictures and your verses compliment each other. This one is beautiful as always 🙂
Thank you Manon.
I was curiously awaiting to hear from you 🙂
So was I 🙂
🙂 🙂
So when do we begin on our assignment?
I’m still brain storming on the craziest thing I could write about but you can always find the siblings of my two previous posts till I’m ready with an idea 😀
We have to touch higher grounds. In fact, “Crazy” is a good starting point!
Find a new drawing board from archives.
Ok. I’ll do my best!
Words match image – heavy undertones, for me.
Thank you Mr. Alagan
I hope you’re going to publish this all in a book.I’d love to have a copy of your work on my bookshelf!
Insha’Allah
Sometimes it seems it must all be a mirage.
It is perhaps. Some of your writings, especially artwork portrays it beautifully.
Thank you. Not unlike your photos and poems, which do the same.
For me to actually believe that, it’s your turn to make claim. Anytime!
🙂
Happy Birthday and Black Tuxedo.
Spectacular photo! And beautiful words! You inspire me, Arjun, thank you!
It’s mutual, Ellen.
This image with the bokeh and the old and young walking together has warmth and a timelessness about it-and your words help bring the image even more alive- in the short time I have been following your work, I have been impressed by the stories you discover and share-wonderful work!
Such generosity and kindness reflects a true artist who cares, a good soul. My friend, I’m blessed to have your support and affection!
Looks like a pleasant time of the evening.
Looking at my watch right now in India, that’s generally the time you appear, makes it more pleasant 🙂
Your prose and photography are superb. Thank you !
Thank you Cheryl. I’m glad to hear that
Love the words and the colors of the imagine , thanks !
Thank you SérachShiro!
A guardian angel.
Lovely photo.
your poetry is a work of art…along with the photographs.
Thank you Millie. To be honest, I was missing you till now. Thank you!
Likewise, dear friend.
Beautiful words and picture. Love the glow of the lights upon the water and the love of a child!
Universe conspires and I click unlike you who’s creating the universe of savory dishes from naught.
After a few months of absence I find you always sensitive and full of delicacy.
It would be wonderful to fully understand your every word. I smell that rises from the words and your pictures.
It ‘s very nice to roll your blog … as always.
Forgive my absence but believe me, I have not forgotten your so polite to write your stories and your poems.
un bacio
vento
Ciao Vento
Sono così felice di rivederti. Ero preoccupato.
Spero che tu stia bene.
Tu sei il mio marinaio, ricordi
Si prega di essere in giro, mi sento più sicuro.
amore
Arjun
I am here … always.
for you.
I’m fine and I hope that you enjoy good health and love.
Grazie Vento
Sono benedetto.
Lo so!