A road to nowhere
A lighthouse for a farm
Technicolour clouds
English weather so warm
A city full of hope
Anchors without chain
Grass always green
Summer without rain
Contentment widespread
Happiness found
Little money enough
Family around
Alice had six
I found twelve
Impossibilities in the
island I live
AB 19 December 2013
Photography AB August 2013
a small wooden structure,
few random walls
separating us into
worlds of our own
million miles’ distance
across few inches
your uncountable admirers,
I feel all alone
even an open wide passage
will not build bridges
innumerable valleys,
unsurpassable ridges
tunnelling my way
through to your heart
too much pain to pass
before I can start
life has passed,
lost love never found
killed heart didn’t cry,
never made a sound
soul still searches,
and searches once more
can we find each other,
before shutting the life door
Pure pleasure
to see that utter beauty
of structure, ambience
energy, city made of gold
ancients and old
forewarned, attraction exceeds
what you hear and read
be careful, a dame may lead
you astray
Why colour makes one better
Why creed puts one ahead
Grey matter inside the same
Burial must, when dead
City on water
Let me see
Possibilities
Beyond thee
Here is my humble effort to capture the intense beauty and sheer gorgeousness of city of wonders – Venice
Apologies to all, these three images were crying why they were not included so relented, some photos are such cry babies 🙂 happy now 🙂
These babies are called – 1. where are my colours, where are my colours – make up wasted
2. I am not drunk the building is just leaning on me
3. Why so far, did I say something?
City of wonder
Fashion thunder
Love’s blunder
Heart pillages
Soul plunders
French antics
Continental tactics
Kisses and kisses
Smiling riling misses
Here I am again
To see and feel vous
Walking without clue
Who I may encounter
Day bends
Breaking into a soft
Colourful morn
Heartbeat picks up
the speed
Light moves
Limbs warm
Energy increases
Suddenly there
is life everywhere
End rest
Birds leaving
beloved nests
Looking for
Food and fest
How green is your green?
that hedge being preen
ocean water so serene
how blue is your blue?
I will give you a clue
that bird just flew
look at the colour
its all a blur
insinuating a slur
how pink is your white?
arctic on a summer night
seagull on a flight
of fanciful dream
how yellow is your cream?
naked glare of a beam
nothing what it seems
how black is your black?
starry night in a lake
sanity been forsake
touching you as I lean
how green is your green?
Genius tries to hide
Mingles in masses
Colour gives her away
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 