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| Wednesday, July 8, 2009 |
| Eiffel Tower, Paris |
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An unusual take of the Eiffel Tower at night which seemed interesting from this angle. |
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| Monday, July 6, 2009 |
| Questioning Cat |
Pussycat was scrutinizing carefully my camera! |
| posted by rani turton @ 10:06 PM |
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| Wednesday, June 24, 2009 |
| When in Deep Despair: Poem |
When, In Deep Despair
When in deep despair, melancholy takes my hand
Carresses my cheek gently and for the life of me The words don't come and I cannot speak
The words like still pools reflect dark moonless nights Emotions that have plundered and run away To mountain hideouts
Sensitivity and argument Music and metronomy Strings and wood Voices and fingers
Leave me thus shaken by their power Of enchantment; all that I saw and read Felt and dreamt here and there and everywhere
When in deep despair I think of my mother's love And my old father who always asks for me In spite of my age; the trust and devotion
I gave to some, often unreturned But that doesn't matter. Cycles of life and love Go away and come back again
When in deep despair I wonder and reflect Melancholy is a friend, not a fiend but for whom There is none, noone to touch my hand today.
Copyright: Rani Turton Labels: Despair, melancholy, when in despair, words |
| posted by rani turton @ 7:13 PM |
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| Friday, June 5, 2009 |
| Sentimental Roof, Dieppe |
Tiles that have been placed in a heart motif, to great effect.
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| posted by rani turton @ 7:27 PM |
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| Monday, June 1, 2009 |
| Doors: Poem |
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How do I walk though that closed door I don't feel welcome anymore The door that used to be the entry To another world now remains Shut against my entreaty: . Silent, without pity. . One day I'll come back again Walk through that door again I'l be strong enough to knock And that door will open I'll enter, I'll walk right in. . A new life will begin. . Copyright: Rani Turton Labels: a new life, closed door, Doors, pity, walk in |
| posted by rani turton @ 11:22 PM |
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| Friday, May 22, 2009 |
| Captivity: Poem |
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Captivity
Dried roses, crumbling into dust
All beliefs, convictions and trust
All I have to show for years of believing
Is tracks and traces of dust
Sifted by the wind and rain
Grains of sand fly here and there
Why is it here and now, a single cell
Transfixed, is unable to go anywhere
Much vaunted intellectual autonomy
The roots of epistemology
Senses spin in scented darkness, and
Wait, transfixed like those grains of sand.
Captive to thoughts and inspiration
Distanced by wild pointless aspiration
Waiting for the breeze to come and scatter
My life's blood, my life's matter
Copyright: Rani TurtonLabels: aspiration, captivity, grains of sand, intellectual autonomy, life's matter, traces, tracks |
| posted by rani turton @ 11:50 PM |
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