Unspoken words…

How will you know?

how will you know that I am here..
you’re with me, but it feels like you’re a thousand miles
apart from me…
As I sit here, a lot of words echoed in my mind, boastfully claiming presence within me.
The wind was whispering a bittersweet melody to carry me in the journey I was taking.
how will you know?
how will you know, that I am here…



to photograph is to hold one’s breath when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moments that mastering an image becomes great physical and intellectual joy.