Her Sad Eyes

Sad upon her eyes left her face in a forlorn frown. 
Where, tears once existed, patched in salt upon her cheeks. 
Not a word was spoke, from lips that no longer wish to speak. 
As a world of billowy clouds, surround a plummeting, sundown. 
  
While a fresh blue moon grazes within her saddened eyes. 
A bounty lay upon her heart for a love wandering in a world of lost. 
In a life that lingers upon the doors to loves rift within a heartless frost. 
Reaching out to a darken night, forbidden to the stars within her skies. 
  
From a world of rubble buried upon her soul for a man that she does miss. 
Her dormant eyes laced within the brackish descent of clear-eyed tears. 
Now tells the complete sad tale of her heart from eyes that can only leer. 
As her eyes rest heavily, for one last time on her lips for that final kiss. 
  
  

Pujo and Beyond

 Every Bengali has atleast one album in his/her facebook profile named 'Durga Pujo', containing photos of pandal hopping and the main idol framed from different angles. Those wishing to explore the photographer inside them, frame different other subjects including some candid moments. And for those who are photogenic, their album has more to do with their own photos and less with durga pujo.
I fall under the category of those who wishes to click candids, but is limited by time and gears. This years durga puja was the worst in my life. Never in my life had I spent such a puja. No outing and no pandal hopping for a single day. The reason is obviously something personal and not meant to be shared. However I managed a couple of hours at the daybreak of Ashtami. I would like to call it a photowalk rather than a puja outing or pandal hopping. Sharing some of the photographs

The River of Life

Shades of the Ganges..