Forms of Mental Illness

People like us exist and this a common situation, currently being faced by a lot of people.

Lost and found again!

“Our very keen sense of observation grows from a very young age. It rejects every connection as we mature through every step of advancement, that we take towards life. But, the relationships that we make, in the springtime, stay till the end.” Just like friendship! A term that I thought cease to exist, as we…

B R O K E N !

What is happiness? Is it just another state of being or an affair taken in daily dose to suffice the needs for the cloud of obscurity to pass by? It’s just another medium where we negotiate ourselves with the logical understanding of the doubt to create a scar despite several turbulence that break us from…

Night Full of DREAMS!

The night is young The night is for the dreamers And for the struggles to begin, but The night always sets us free! So, this is probably the only time when human beings get acquainted with the comfort zones of the nature! Probably the only time, when they are able to leave a hassle free…

Spying the streets with my 5 MP!

I named this project “Conversations and Movements”, and I tried to post process most of the pictures in the brightest of the hues, to properly supplicate my friends with the emotions the subjects in the pictures revealed in the best possible ways.

Changing Faces!

Often you may come across some familiar faces, but it’s not as usually as it seems to be.

Chaotic Phases!

Change has been a constant companion of my losing attire. Have been shedding parts of mine to understand the meaning, life has to show me.

Obscured!

A man in a white robe made a visit. A small shop it was, without a roof to help. The guy was much younger than he appeared to be. He got shocked at the old man’s appearance. He stood up just to help him, and they meet each other in the eye. Following thing happened:…

The Demon Inside Me!

That happy thought I tried to slip Instead, I sank too deep. With the course of pleasure They served me a desire. A lonely world I think They must be in To think of us as weary But too strong to seek. The technicality of a third eye The dreams of my reality Clashes with the…