Sunday, April 22, 2012

REST IN PEACE DINESH S PAI

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REST IN PEACE DINESH S PAI, a set on Flickr.

I Came To Offer My Condolences Ended Up Documenting the Humility of a Man

Just Me And Jesus Watched The Silent Dance of Death

I Did Not Know Losing a Friend Could Kill Me Too

Death And The Unknown Journey

He was someones son, brother father I know nothing , I shot another mans death.. I shot the last writhing pain that a dead person gives to the living.. on the other side prayers for my friend continued .. and it was a sad somber moment but it comes in every ones life ..

I did not wish to add text but it was necessary to you all to know that this pyre I shot was of another person and through him I relived the pain as a son I lost my parents too and the void exists today.. I lost my father and a few months later my mother .. she loved my dad and did not want to stay away from him , she invoked death and it came to touch her love her humility..

And her heritage I carry with me is her Humility .. it can never be burnt or die..

The Cosmic Cycle of Death..

This was a body of another person at the crematorium , his friends relatives had come here completed the rituals and stood at a distance and I shot my own life and death.. as a metaphor of poetic pain..a lover of humanity a follower of hussain ..

The fire burns the ego and the spirit a new garb regains .. death a new life away from pain suffering who knows you might be or not be coming again .. through death a new path regain .. a new heart a new cosmic brain..

Memories , nostalgia holding you to the living by a cosmic chain ..

At The Gates Of Death The Hindu The Muslim Become One..

we cant hide
we cant escape
from death
his sting
a lesson
from
the setting sun
whatever
has to be will be
his will be done
we can play
hide and seek
but from
death
we cannot run
hindu
muslim
christian
only flesh
after death
become
children
of the only
one leaving
behind
our worldly
goods dreams
that we had
hastily spun
om shanti om
to a father
from his
only son

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