Remorse Approved

Standing outside the house,

Drenched in the pain of separation.

Weeping for the broken love,

beseeching for the love to be patched up.

Love for life is making away,

Making its way too far.

Leaving the better-half forlorn for future,

Leaving her alone in the dark.

Time is dusk, time is villain,

Time is feeling like years to go.

Time has messed up, time has ended,

Time has kaput them forlorn to go

Dispute is just a misunderstanding,

That doesn’t seem to conclude.

Wife is just pleading for mercy,

Mercy for the remorse to approve.

I still love you, life of mine,

Admire about you when you’re gone.

But you still live with me here,

When I feel forlorn in my core.

No!! nothing is a misunderstanding here,

I know that you storied, again to me.

Now I will not deem on you,

Cause there is no point to be sorry.

Saying all this, brought a pain,

Pain in the eyes of the hero.

Soreness was actually, a mark displaying,

Displaying the living love for the companion.

Heart of his, still imprisoned

Imprisoned in the dungeon of his life.

Because of it, he is unable to admit,

Admit the perfidy of his wife.

Sudden the climate changes around,

Dusk is now in the form of twinkling night,

Wind seems heavenly to them,

Brings the past sweet memories delight.

Here comes the turn of the heroine now,

Says she at a precipitous,

If you want to go, then you’re free for it,

But remember then to see your life departed.

Hear as the hero, the verdict of his love,

Drops down his luggage at the sudden,

Hugs his wife, with full adoration,

And finally forgive the onus.

Now my friend’s, you see the couple,

Sad drizzle becomes delightful.

It is actually the power of love only,

That changes the world in a nibble…

Meanings:- Drenched; to make somebody or something completely wet, Weeping; shedding tears, beseeching; to ask earnestly or beg somebody to do something, forlorn; lonely, kaput; broken, pleading; beg earnestly, remorse; sorry, core; heart, storied; lied, deem; rely, soreness; pain, dungeon; cell: prison, perfidy: betrayal, precipitous: suddenly, adoration: love, onus: blame: guilt, nibble: small quick bites.

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These are the photographs that are based on several moods and moments of the sun....
For taking these images I needed a lot of hardwork and timing...
Hence these are taken at different times in somewhere 4 months...
Primarily during Sunset...
All the photographs are taken by me!!! i.e., Saurabh Agrawal... administrator of this blog.... For more details and for sales.... mail me at saurabhagrawal088@gmail.com

Graveyard

Tis is the morning time,
While I am walking down the pathway.
Thinking as if a new story,
A new story of night and day.

Looked as I, the people around,
All were confident in the light of day.
But as they noticed me, walking thereby,
Gave an essence of surprise on their visage.

Thinking of the, bizarre revelation,
Sudden the environment changes dull.
The daylight seems negative in this first instance,
And in the second, it seems unspoken.

The area where I am now,
Is too forlorn to be vacated.
Everything seems dead at the place,
And hence I got to know, it is a Crypt.


Surrounded by the trees standing,
Tall as if in the form of a prison.
Looks comes as if,
It is guarding the world from within.

My mind allowed me to sit aside,
Aside on a bench nearby.
The bench is cracked with a marking on it,
Marking of the dying life.


The aura of the crypt, is extremely silent,
Only is audible the sound of a hooting owl.
Tis the first time I have ever heard,
A hooting owl in the daylight.

I can’t even understand, the myth of this place,
Or the magic spread in the woods herein,
Cause the splintered bench which seemed uncomfortable,
Is now giving me placate from the soul within.


The woods are waving their arms wide open,
Waving with the wind blowing.
It seems as if, they are the only one,
Sharing the pain of the buried corpses.

The grass and the weeds, grown on the land,
Slowly is fracturing the grave’s stone-chamber.
The felt seems as if the grasses want to post,
Post the outer world’s message.

The life of the place, including the souls,
Are all inter-connected.
Cause everything seems helping each other,
To remove the torturous pain.

As the sunshine, becomes dull enough,
dull in this place called a crypt.
In the same way the church bells sounds,

Seems as the song of the dead.

Now I understand, why the people,
Why actually they stared at me.
It was I, who was walking in,
Walking to the graveyard alive.

But why is it, that the world calls it,
The land of cursed woods?
Whereas I call it the junction of dead,
Who are transported from here to the heaven.

Thinking like this, the day started to end,
Dusk was the next thing , near to come.
The climate suddenly changes from mourning,
And changes to the frightening silence.

Walking as I back to my living,
It feels that the souls are seeing me off.
Thanks as they to feel their feeling,
Joking, that a living went off living…

Meanings: - night and day: death and life, light of day: the sunshine filled with positivity in the morning, visage: face, bizarre: strange, revelation: surprise, splintered: fractured; cracked, placate: give comfort; soothe.

My model 'Rahul Srivastava'

Wow!!! what a look buddy

Mmmm!!!! feeling a sense of the natural descent look

Somewhere under-exposed

Perfect lit...

Ha ha ha!!! posing!!!

Khusro bagh!!!! the door to the cemetry

Looks as if i am in Jaipur....shooting Rahul. but not!!!

Taking my portfolio shoots... with my model 'Rahul Srivastava'
THANKS RAHUL for the lovely shoots you gave for me....
Even i clicked good... Ha ha ha ha!!!

Cloudless Sky

The shine of the sun, grows unending,

Tis the morning of a new evening.

The new evening is the thought of the knight,

Where morning being the mournful cloudless sky.

Morning is mournful with the sound of the mourning dove,

Here knight is mourning with the thought of his dying love.

He denies going to her place, wishing for life,

Cause she can’t see him dying with her losing sight.

Days are passing with the life of his life depleting,

He is weeping with the tears never ending.

Wishing is he, to grow old with her,

Wishing is he, to die and live with her.

Wishes of his, is coming like such,

As cloudless sky weeping for love.

And hush comes a new notice,

Notice of the enemy in rush.

Sudden comes the king therein,

Angry with the enemy coming.

Nothing is the work going on,

Red is the sky when the war is on.

Hush! Knight!! Rush to the war,

Rush faster, to win the war.

Defeating the enemy is your job,

Why are you mourning when the war is on?

I know my job & I will go to the war,

Love of my life is deceasing thereon.

How can I win the war when my,

Life of my life is dying thereby.

Shut! Knight!! Shut your talk,

War is the hurdle, you need to cross.

War is your religion, my boy!

I promise, to bring back your joy.

Sudden! The world stationed still,

Sudden! The drenched eyes lifted a little.

Sudden! The knight asks the king,

How will, bring back life in this lifeless skin.

Its my job knight, you need not to worry,

All you should worry is to defeat the enemy.

I will go my master, to win the war,

I will kill all enemies, to save my world.

Knight rushes to the war-place, to save the world,

Here king writes a letter to his own serene world.

Reads as his love dies on the spot,

Cause the letter says, “your love became a martyr in the war.”

Return as the knight fine and alive,

Suddenly asks, what about my life?

As master says, I failed to save your life,

Serein comes from the unending cloudless sky.

Weeping in the graveyard, kneeling with pain,

Pain of the loosing life, in the grave lane.

World of his is covered with darkness,

Life of his, insane in loneliness.

Insane! Goes the knight thereby,

Life actually left his life.

The never-ending tears are dried as such,

Just a salt-line left, clear and cusp.

As see the king, knight’s lifeless life,

Understands the power of love in life.

Understanding his mistake of pride and honor,

Gifts then himself, dare to kill own-self.

Ends, now the story of knight my friend,

He who taught the king his dare.

Love is life, love is doom,

But love is a serein, in the cloudless sky.

Meanings: - tis-slang used for ‘this’. Knight-royal warrior. Mourn-sad, unhappy. Mourning dove-a bird of the same clan as that of a dove, but is the symbol of sadness because of its peculiar sound. Drenched-watery, filled with water. Serene-lovable, good. Martyr-one who dies for motherland, generally in a warlike situation. Serein-rain  which comes from an apparently clear sky. Cusp-irregular, un-straightened…