Friday, April 6, 2012

Sitting Without Hope The Umbrella Lady of Bandra Reclamation

I mostly shoot pain , that sprouts like weeds that raises its ugly head on a mound of despair..life that is so badly fucked up it cannot be altered , renovated or repaired ...human debris lying on the roads unafraid , badly mauled mangled you cannot barter or trade ..life so miserable that into the soil it will soon fade, life that meaningless as a metaphor god in oxymoron haste unremittingly made ,on the soul of my fucked camera consciousness he accidentally placed ...deleted doomed formatted yet unerased , pain as a picture evenly aligned with my poem..badly defaced ...

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