Baroda, 2011.
I Hold The Strings
Not So I Can Control The Dancers,
But In The Hope
They’ll Choreograph My Weary Fingers To Life.
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About Me
- Anil P
- At the turn of the century I returned to Bombay from Goa, not an easy decision to make. A software company let me in, then another, then yet another. Time ran past. This time around I was wise enough not to give chase. So occasionally I take my camera along, searching for corners, finding them where none exist. And some of them are painted blue.
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Street Travelogues
- Meandering Among Ruins And Memories In Bijapur
- To Qurban Ali's in Masjid
- Laburnum Road
- Leaves of Life
- Prayer Time At Delhi’s Jama Masjid
- Black, Yellow, and Shades of White
- Premier Padmini, The Workhorse
- Sugarcane in the Summer
- A Sugarcane Morning in North Karnataka
- At Mount Mary Church in Bandra
- Paan Melodies
- A Feni Consultant in the Jungle
Festival Travelogues
Destination Travelogues
Railway Travelogues
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15 comments:
Thank you for this image and sentiment. Maybe your perception will help my hands pick up my drawing and painting tools and let my art work give life to my hands.
Kind wishes,
am
You are the best storyteller, both with your pictures and your prose.
that is a very cool verse...and a very nice pic..
Wow! Didn't realize you have a sleeping Poet in you!
That's a unique picture, thank you for sharing...
Just curious - did you buy one?
interesting perspective :) how have you been?
Am: Thank you. I hope it does. At times, triggers can come from unexpected corners.
Riot Kitty: Thank you for what is indeed riotous praise, and you left me beaming with your comment. :-)
Brian Miller: Thank you.
NRI Girl: Neither did I :-) I never had a poetic bone in me, only occasionally something slips out disguised as poetry, sometimes more from form than metre.
No, I didn't. Travels happen with small bags, much to cover.
Dharmabum: Fine. Good to see you after long. How've you been?
Lynn: Thank you.
That is so good. Thanks.
Been good, Anil. Thank you. Was lost and trying to find my way back - as it happens with me ever so often ;)
I have a pair of these :D they are so colorful and fun.
Lgsquirrel: Thank you.
Dharmabum: Happens sometimes. Maybe even helps in the long run. In retracing steps journeys evolve.
Red: Thay sure are.
That's a nice one...
Indian Bazaars: Thank you.
Hi Anil .. thanks for your comment on my blog .. this Puppeteer is just wonderful .. love the workmanship reflected here .. and your words ring so true ...
Cheers Hilary
Beautiful lines, Anil. Thought provoking!
Every pic on this blog is beautifully captured. :)
This post : Beautiful lines with nice pic. :)
Best wishes. :)
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