when I look around the pond
of cosmic imagination.
people's birds blooms flowers
I am happy that I shoot the angst of remorseful street
beyond the vortex of Golden Hour ...
I am happy shooting garbage that is part of my civic heritage
in my photographic bower
I shoot the phallic always erect
rich man's towers .
My camera silent makes sure my vision is real grounded come what may won't sour ..
It's my holistic self engineered
imagination keeps the camera
empowered.
a thought
woven within a thought
he calls it his I call it mine
it is collectively our
Shot on my mobile phone from a moving rickshah at Pali Road Bandra ,
a moment sweet and sour
