Friday, December 4, 2009

Beside the point what are you thinking?

Is it the autumn leaf or the winter snow?

May none of them either or about the last night?

Last night the dream came true,

Did it? or it was a broken dream

But for whom? for you or for me only me

Lonely doors and window of your empty flat

A few dry rose which will never see the day light again.

All around the dry autumn leaves, a half filled wine red wine

Is the color really red? or it lost its color charm aroma last night

It was a perfect start candle light you and me

Under the candle light playing with my won shadow

I never realized you were far away behind those doors

Chasing the mirage of you life neither I realized that you were never mine

Nor you realized that after all you are chasing the mirage

And the torrent goes on till today when you and I far away

Physical memory of yours going bleak yet the torrent goes on …

Did you ever see the cloud through that dirty window of your empty flat?

Did you ever fly the kite in a lonely field?

Did you felt the warmth of love in lonely blue night?

I remember the day when both the soul you and me were

Sitting on the top of a naked hill, by choice getting drenched in the cold tears of haven

Silence prevailed, yet deep down the torrent went on ….

Two soul drenched in rain sitting side by side yet so far ,

Love and hate in the in the rain.

We made love but souls never mate

This morning I took a fresh bath, autumn leaves of past were falling on my feet

Unrest try to get out my old cloth ……

Yet the torrent flow underneath ….

Are you still chasing your mirage ?

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel"
- Jim Morriso
"All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland. "
Jimi Hendrix

Monday, November 30, 2009

In 1976, Richard Avedon went to Washington to photograph Henry Kissinger. As Avedon was leading him to his mark, Kissinger said, “Be kind to me.”

Artists have been making portraits of the mighty for centuries—from Velázquez’s Philip IV to Lucian Freud’s Elizabeth II—and the act of portrait-making can leave the royal or the tyrant, the President or the diplomat with a sudden feeling of disequilibrium, of a transfer of power. Avedon knew that Kissinger was trying to manipulate him, but what, exactly, did he want? “Did Kissinger want to look wiser, warmer, more sincere than he suspected he was?” Avedon wrote later. “Isn’t it trivializing and demeaning to make someone look wise, noble (which is easy to do), or even conventionally beautiful when the thing itself is so much more complicated, contradictory, and, therefore, fascinating?”

This past September, when nearly all the world’s leaders were in New York for a meeting of the United Nations, Platon, a staff photographer for this magazine, set up a tiny studio off the floor of the General Assembly, and tried to hustle as many of them in front of his lens as possible. For months, members of the magazine’s staff had been writing letters to various governments and embassies, but the project was a five-day-long improvisation, with Platon doing his best to lure the likes of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Hugo Chávez, and Muammar Qaddafi to his camera.

And so what did the Israeli Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, ask the photographer before the shutter clicked? “Platon,” he said, “make me look good.”

History is full of leaders who cannot bear the result of their sittings. Winston Churchill publicly praised a portrait of him by Graham Sutherland, but soon decided that it made him look senile. His wife, Clementine, destroyed it. Usually, it seems, politicians seek out a portrait artist at the beginning of their career. On February 27, 1860, the day he delivered his career-defining speech at Cooper Union, Abraham Lincoln walked over to Mathew Brady’s studio and had his picture taken. The greatest of American political lives had begun.

But the anxiety persists. While political theatre went on inside the General Assembly, Netanyahu kept stopping by Platon’s makeshift studio and repeated his request: “Make me look good.”

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

its not that am crazy ,its not that am sad
its not that i lie its not that i dont fly
i fly high & i die
still i fly and i try not to die
i read erich segal i wish love was like that
i see a movie , a movie of endless wait
and i still fly , high am scared not to try
i try and die and still i try ...
i try the joy in sorrow
i try you in me
i try smile in tears
i try love in pain
i try pain in love
i sit a while , think about the movie
and again i fly , fly away in the lonely sky
in search of the lonely star .. and i fly

have you ever thought i also think
have u ever thought i also wish
have u ever thoutht i also wait
have u ever thought i also deram
do u know i miss u? do u know i wish to talk to u ?
how will u ?
or may be u do , may be u dont
may be it matter may be it does not
but u know i often see fire work on a rain night
u know no one find any one perfect
what i am to u , u are to some one else
have u ever thought
there are time when i misss u
miss u helpless . ur not dead yet
ur untouchable unreachable ,u r there but ur not
i often wonder why ? do i love u or just miss u
miss u when am out of my mind and soul
or its for ever , when i said i love u
when the autom was at our feet
u said no to it i wonder why ?
is it because its me or is it because u r like that
like a wind , like a deep blue sea , like a haunting soul
or is it just because ur a woman , woman a Phantom depth soul
or its just nothing , it all in my mind and soul
do u really exist, my woman i wonder !
i wonder , i think , i wish
but then again
have you ever thought i also think
have u ever thought i also wish
have u ever thoutht i also wait
have u ever thought i also dram
do u know i miss u? do u know i wish to talk to u ?......

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

i wait wait under the cloudy sky thinking it will rain ....
i waited on the 14th floor ...thinking the phone ring but it never ....
i waitedfor the sweet smile to see but we never mate ...
running behind the illusions ,i fall in to the buttefly trap ....
i see vision going blur ... is it raining far away or ....