Today I felt compelled to share this post. It seems that my photographs called for my attention. It is also a way to end a serie that I started a little while back: “My Photograph As My Writing Prompt” so that a new serie can show its nose when it is indeed ready to do so.


blue-ladder-step-rust-nature_0551Where you may see rust,
May hide new continents,
Where you may see dirt,
May hide some oceans,
Where you may not look,
May hide a whole new world,
Dying to know you,
Here just for you,
A beautiful treasure,
Silent until discovered,
By you



Dear Mama,
There is something,
Very dear to me,
But I dare not say it,
So I will write it,
My heart might be smaller than yours,
But it may feel way more than yours,
For in the life of an heart,
Feelings are more cherished than sizes,
For in the life of my heart,
I universe you,
I really do,
Your son,


amber-letter-copper-lamp-lightYou do not know me,
Nor do I know you,
But I saw your name,
Those five letters,
In such a specific order,
Identifying you as Amber,
Have now created a place,
And I am now possessed,
By the genuine desire,
To know your heart


still-life-brownie-camera-vintage-photographs-antique-chair_5299I hold you in my hands,
I am with you for an instant,
Back then when these pictures were taken,
Back where they were taken,

There is so much I would like to ask you,
What was it that made you smile ?
How tight was your daddy holding you in his arms?
What powers would your magic wand give you?

But I dare not ask,
I am just happy to be with you,
To listen to this beautiful silence,
Invigorating us of its presence,

I am just happy to know all that,
Your frozen memories wish to share,
Holding on ever so tight,
To your childhood photographs



She is spinning with the wind,
Following his rhythms,
Guided by his touch,
Endlessly spinning,
As if no one was watching,

She knows no one is watching,
She makes sure to go at that time,
The mundane world is dining,
She had checked a hundred times,
Before she surrenders to him

Except that she never was by herself,
He made it his daily routine,
To also be there,

His heart endlessly spinning,
To a most delicious beat,
Yet so unknown to him


Aside from writing I happen to also love photography. In most cases a photograph will inspire some words or a piece of writing will inspire a photograph. They tend to work together like that for me.

It has been a little while now that I felt like seeing my web from its very beginning back on the 15/05/2015 till today and this is when the idea of this post came up.

This photo gallery is on the long side but I shall take snapshots of my web like those more frequently now. I feel I owe it to my photographs ❤