Tag Archives: Life Reflections

IT WAS SO..NO SO LONG AGO..

It was so Not so long ago When reasons had gone dumb And senses were forced to go numb Life was in moments but not as a whole It was so Not so long ago When a life was in denial Even if succinct was every trial Reasons came in flashes, on an isolated pole It was so Not so ...

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (VI)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (V)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (IV)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (III)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (II)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (I)

PHOTOGRAPHY THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey

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THAT WAS THE ROMANCE OF GROWING UP

Here was the romance of growing up In the days of yore when it was all throwing up Then, life had no aims to think on Then, life had this thing to always move on Come what may That was the only way That was the romance of those pre-college years When eyes followed eyes, when ears were just ears ...

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WITH THE GANGA..THIS EVENING OR ANY OTHER

Quiet, Like after days on the front Still, As the water of a flowing Ganga Captivating, Like that interaction with the soul Charming, As was that dance on a rainy day Life as it was Life as it is to be A feeling, That has been a constant throughout A conversation, That speaks always like it’s a new day A ...

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O CHILDHOOD

(An August 2010 work, rearranged and rewritten today.) Sometimes beginning the day with a whisper, Sometimes with a cry, Sometimes gaping in the void, At times beginning it with an innocent invite. Cruising into the myopic state of your bionic reflections, Jaded by the hyperemia, The ephemeral circumvention of the moment, Drawn away from the routine empirical hysteria. To the ...

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