The secret passage that led from the library led into the garden. The place where all the characters from the book shelved in the library arrive, each wearing their costumes and in different times. They would take the reader to their world and if he can relate with any of the character, then he can play that role. It was a dream….beyond the walls.
The tower stood silent and spirits they surround. Flimsy creatures without bodies going round and round. Got the girl locked up there and Dracula got a crown. I want to scream for help…help me climb down. Nobody is near this tower, skies dark and cloudy.Time make this tower turn white from muddy brown.
This is a monument in a cemetery. This has been shot with my iPhone 4s .
The app used to shot the image was Pro HDR, cropping and adjustments were done using Snapseed, further editing was done using Dynamic Light, Image Blender, Vintage Scene, Blur FX and PhotoToaster.
caught in action. Paul Nicklen
The other side….
I am telling you a story..it was a house next to an old cemetery. All day, it was a pleasant view, but at night, shimmering souls would search for something, in the cold nights. Watching from the small hill top..I could see the grave diggers. What were they searching for..it intrigued me every night But, being a total hopeless scared rabbit .I could never make my self bold..to step down and find who were these shiny looking souls.
But one night, it was really dark.the wolf stood in the middle and howled..night was getting stretched..no doubts. My guard was gone for hours.Sleep..was as if gone forever. I clinched my sheet over my head..but the window panes they open and shut; until I can not take it anymore.I stepped out in the verandah and saw.The shiny souls, had hands fu;; and were filling something..I got my binoculars and focussed..omg! they were eating something from the grave.. what?
Then.. I called the police. First, they didn’t believe thought I was having a nightmare. Told me to sleep. But, then I called again and again..at last they agreed and sent a constable to the cemetery.Then.. he also saw those shimmering figures, eating something and got closed.lo! They were the souls from the graves..and were feasting..the constable got a shock and remained in coma for a week. I relocated from the hilltop to a apartment building..
The souls..they still eat…
what if, I was a bird and flew distant lands. or a butterfly, that wandered over the land..or a mosquito getting squashed with a racket or hand. What if, I was a candle burned and melted, again and again What if..I was no more but a silent soul outside this human space. Would I feel trapped. Can I accept myself, in any other form than what I am.. a woman.
Woman, a source of life a gift of God..to man so he learns to be part of mankind. A prayer for the child, to know that God loves him or her no matter how much he cries . A comfort of a warm blanket in a cold shivering night, the sister that holds the light. A softness that touches the pain and its gone..a lover in disguise. A companion, who stands and fights for your right..is your wife. A smile..pleasant surprise when hope has died, your daughter. Crafty and vice..devil gets surprised..the vamp.
Woman..your name has many meanings for everyday life…so leave that knief ..your tongue