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where is your god now

where is your god now

In time
when you are down
and drunk,
trying hard to stay that way.
To stop time-unsuccessfully,
If only He'd listen. ...
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In time
when you are down
and drunk,
trying hard to stay that way.
To stop time-unsuccessfully,
If only He'd listen.
Read less

camera

iPhone 5s

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Aperture f/2.2 ISO 32 Shutter 1/115 Focal Length 83/20

location

location

Kathmandu, , NP

upload_date

upload_date

Oct, 2018

Views

351

Likes

+54

Awards

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I don't know Prasanna.....what's in a mug...coffee?

Why does a person have to have a Gawd...!???

In the books of fables...

Hi Daniel, thank you for checking out my gallery and your thoughtful comments. 🙂

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God is dead they say. We are alone.

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By recording im trying to make sense of it all..

Every movement fills itself up with self doubt as though every cell of my body were made up of some kind of dark energy that regulates itself. Just th

hands

Kathmandu is a dystopian paradise. As you walk its streets, you will find beauty and decay laced around each other like a fabric made out of many disc

I have always imagined a plant grow,never seen it.

at a street festival everyones got a board smile across their faces

The arrangements of petals is repetitive and complex. I only notice the spider in the image after uploading it onto the computer.

that part of the architecture whose purpose is wholly functional-here time is naught.

we think of a door,
we think of an opening into another world.
Khul jaa..Sim..Sim

They are soft cotton dolls I received on the ocassion of my marriage.Like all good work of art they are an attempt at imitating reality.

There are tree huggers and climbers, some of us sit under a tree,some paint trees. There is a mango tree,a coconut tree,a birch tree.The Plane is my f

Have many more wrong doors have you got to go through?

Forcing myself up I sit on the bed’s edge.The room is dark and its contents of strewn clothes, a pile of books, yesterday’s Evening Standard enter

Color makes our world true.

I am away for a few days,when I get back, the onion and garlic is spreading out.

The city is made up of thousands of lybrinthine alleyways.

We dream our lives and live in it forever.

It’s your time to shine! ☀️

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