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When the Sky was on Fire!

“But no matter how hard I run
I cannot touch the horizon
Trying to catch the sand that slips from under my feet
That runs between my toes
If only Time can be reversed.
It changes the colour of the water to the colours of the sky.
Chasing sunsets
As if they were mine.”
-          Anonymous

The self clicked pictures that follow were clicked on the day “When the sky was on Fire”! Clicked with a 2.0 MP Camera of my Mobile Phone, they are in no way "great pieces of Art". Nevertheless, felt like sharing them here! :D







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  1. Bani9 December 2010 at 00:45

    आसूं अब सूख गए
    पलकें बस गीली रही
    क्यों ख़ामोशी ने कुछ न कह हर भी सब कुछ कह दिया ?!
    शायद पानी और आग साथ कहीं नहीं मिलेंगे ...
    पर इन आखों मैं ही हम अपनी ज़िन्दगी जी लेंगे...

    *wink*... basically, i loved 'em! =) *hug*

    PS:it's not anonymous, it's by Charu Shankar.

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  2. Aks10 December 2010 at 07:24

    @Bani - Basically, you seem to know me really quite well. ;)

    P.S. As a matter of fact, they meet at the Horizon! It's just that we never quite reach there!;)

    P.P.S. Yes, it's by Charu. My bad. :)

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  3. Bani12 December 2010 at 01:41

    Bah! basically we both are crazzy women !! ... :@ =/

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  4. Aks13 December 2010 at 04:31

    Weird is the word. Weird, baby! ;)

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