The Road by Rimly Bezbaruah (somewhere down the road)

THE ROAD
Rimly Bezbaruah

We embarked fearlessly

On a road, you and I

A promise, love and hope

Our only guiding light,

An unfathomable chasm

Separated us yet we

Sought that crossroad

To our union,

Our togetherness…

My hand reached out

To you across the abyss

Of possibilities

But your hand lay by your side

Inert, holding back

Leaving me directionless

As you took our

Road with you

Who am I? I wondered

Doubts seized me

Was I a distraction?

Or the woman you

Truly loved?

Without a choice

I turned towards

The unknown,

A road of pain

Despair and fear

Its path strewn

With corpses of broken dreams

And unfulfilled desires

I heard their wails

Of souls tormented

Of hearts shattered

And I knew I was

Not alone

The palpable darkness

Spreading its tentacles

Longed to possess me

I scurried along the

Haunted trail

My wails in tune

With the others

An age long walk

Down the devastation

The lure was strong

To stay forever

Tempting…

But I walked,

Tripping and falling

I walked 

Seeking the light…

The life that was mine…

Every faltering step forward

A shedding of old skin,

Helplessness, despair, agony

Slithered away

As darkness gave in

To the day,

The night pierced

By the first rays…

The echoing cries

Faded away

Happy chirping birds

Filled the air with

Their morning songs

In the distance

I saw him…

He who had come

In my dreams

The one that chased

My nightmares away

Hands outstretched…

I ran, reborn

The old dying for the new

As he took me

In his arms

I knew I was

Home at last.

by Vince Roque

by Jess Hubabib Najarro

by Maheshwar N. Sinha

Ascending The Hills 

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Black and White

by Jim Brandano

No this is not Michael Jackson's song...which is by the way a very inspiring song. This blog will be presenting images that will also inspire our members in spite of its lack of colors. 

   I've chosen the following images on this blog for one main reason...or let us say two, being Black and White. The images here I believe would lessen its drama when we dab color in them.

   B and W pictures always give to me that classic feel. I can't avoid not to think of my father, who as a camera man would crawl to his dim lit inner sanctum he called "dark room" and would not allow me and my sister to enter because of the said toxic fume. But maybe that depends on his mood because there were times I remember that he would let us in and allowed us to watch him perform magic.

   Those rare instances inside the "dark room" were sort of a mystery to me. Maybe until now. Of course I knew by now that those chemicals create reactions on paper after being expose by light. But the mystery to me was how those images came to life. Yes it came to life. I'm not sure how I would be able to express this vagueness...colored picture don't gave me this kind of chills and thrills. In spite of modern technologies attempt to create images that rival the human eye, I still admire photographs done in Black and White.

   Why? Maybe in B and W photos I can distinguished the shadows very easily. Actually, it was those shadows forming the images and eventually suggesting  some texture that made me the more baffled. Again maybe Black and white images triggers our brain to imagine more from the less. 

  It is to me I supposed more difficult to execute since you are given only two tone to work with. If its too dark, then necessary images will not be distinguished. If too white then we get very little of the subject. 

   Black and White photos in my opinion are the real photographs. It saves us from the malice of colors but Allowing our brain to imagine more...

   Colored photographs gave me that sense of finality in terms of realism. While Black and white on the other hand are mere suggestions...Am I seeing the truth or not? Is it mud or cake? Those kind of questions that arises which colored images already revealed. I hope you are following me...

   Anyway, I'll just let these photographs speaks where language fails.

by Hemant Kumar

by Aaron Offord

by Syed Alfandi Syed Mansor

by Mari Sterling Wilbur

Latest Images from Art Lovers

I've seen some pretty good artworks this past days and weeks...Oh maybe "good" is an understatement. Well, excellent art works and therefore worth sharing...I'll try to haunt them down, since our Facebook page run faster than my  laptop. I hope I can immortalized it here...that is, if blogger.com will exist farther into eternal life...

   Here are some of them...I'm not going to express in words why I like these collections...I'll simply let these pictures speak for itself. 

by  Syed Alfandi Syed Mansor

by Maheshwar N. Sinha

by Elena Peichinova

by Portia Burton

by Aaron Offord

    By the way, the above image I have downloaded a month ago but have forgotten who made it...sorry! Anyway, if anyone of you happen to know, please tell me so I can add the caption. I like it so much. 

   That's all for now...that's all my computer can handle at this time.

Crazy Picture Fictions chapter 4

by Frank O

Awhile ago we left our adventurer Aaaron and Fher taking a detour in a restaurant...to avoid a suspicious stranger that had been following them. They seems to have forgotten their course as the liquor overshadow them...they filled their belly with drinks....

by Aree M. Salvador-Marin

   Their belly grew bigger as they drink (Oh can't find a better representation than this one. LOL) and turning Disillusioned (Jessica Brant) as the spirit engulf them... 

Yes, I am  a tippler,always making merry,
Who drinks the liqueur distilled in the Nature's brewery,
Where the bees and butterflies bring in the honey
Collected from the roses,foxgloves and peony.

Which is then brewed in the morning dew
Sent by Diana from her heavenly blue,
And some stardust is also added to it
To make the concoction more intoxicating.
Seraphs then gather around to propose the toast,
"Cheers,girl, you are our dear sibling!"

Getting drunk and giddy, I lean on the sun,
Who becomes moon-cold to join in the fun!
        (A Tippler by Portia Burton)

   Oblivious from the sets of eyes hiding in the shadows. Waiting for his moment, watching motionless...anticipating for the moment our two adventurers making any lapses as they drink...

This is the cue...The mysterious stranger suddenly move towards their table...he was holding something that shimmers and metallic, he took it from his side as he slowly made some careful steps...he realized the two were already drowsy so he stood right next to them, moving his head from side to side scanning the place for any soul that might still be around. He found none...
   This made him decide to put the metallic thing right in front of them, then he cleared his mouth and said "Ah Sirs, we are closing..." So he's the attendant after all and the metal that shimmers was the bill platter "Here's your bill." he pull the papers...and show you this...

by Jess Hubahib Najarros

      Ah...who's that? Aaron asked...the waiter was confused, then he looked at the bill. "Err...sorry sir wrong paper." he said scratching his head and finally handed the receipt.

   Our adventurer now took the streets still a bit tipsy but move forward to see Mari Sterling Wilbur...it was already dark and the road were bustling...

  We embarked fearlessly

On a road, you and I

A promise, love and hope

Our only guiding light, 
(The Road by Rimly Bezbaruah)

   "Are you sure we can get there with only those as our guide?" Fher asked Aaron Offord.

   Aaron paused. Maybe they have taken the whole adventure in an impulse. A promise? Love? Hope? Are those enough to solve the mysteries of  Melissa's disappearance. Then they look at the sky above...

by Jerly Thinkingspace

    "Let us ask for their guidance." In union both of them whispered. This gave them new courage to go on with this adventure. In fact they have come to chapter 4 (Thanks to Tagged ArtLover Group members who kept posting their works) and it is just proper not to let down those following this blog who is anticipating it's sequels.  

   The following day  the drama continues...

  The sun is already loosing its glow...and the moon taking its place...when they reach Mari's place...

by Andrea V. Lisi

   Instantly their attention was caught by this amazing place...noticing wonderful collections of rare flowers...

by TianBian Ham

by Carole Chichi

   And some butterflies too...

by Babis Kiliaris

   Seems being pulled by a strong current  they walk inside drawn by the tantalizing landscape of Mari's Garden...
  Then they heard loud barking and its rushing towards their direction fast and before they could move a large dog came charging their way...

by MaryPoet Rios

      Snarling and in rage the beast or Mari's guard dog charges the intruder...our adventurers panic...


   TO BE CONTINUED...

Crazy Pictures Fictions chapter 3 The Shadows

   Previously our dynamic duo Aaron Offord (disguised as Hemant Kumar) and Fher Ymas (disgusted as a story-teller) agreed for a journey to search for the mysterious disappearance of Melissa Tandoc...this is for the benefit of those bloggers busy blogging a blog so they could blog a blog, so this blog was not re-blog...(Blog!!!) That was Aaron hitting me on the head for some slapstick effect.

   "Shhhhh!!! Be quiet we are on a mission here." He said.

    Sometimes favourable things come under terrorizing disguises....!!! (line from Jerly Thinkingspace: Angels Carry Petrol)

   So they begin their search...in the Long and Winding Road (Jorie Pacli) when Aaron suddenly noticed they are being followed. He whispered to Fher "Stay calm..." he paused...looked around. 

   I noticed a little brown mound about a quarter mile ahead and a few mountains in the background. Then I noticed that the little brown mound was moving and as we got closer, I could see a head. It was our first grizzly sighting! (from JP Brandano: Photographing Alaska and Grizzlies)

   No don't panic it isn't actually a grizzly but a man with a high tech weapon...he was keeping an eye at the two of us...

by Linda Flagg

   "Now what do we do?" I asked nervously biting my fingernails...

by Melissa Tandoc

      Ohhh wait...what? The long hair? It's a wig for disguised you know...and I've just shaved my mustache for this episode. "Let's go in that Restaurant..." Aaron said. "Pretend we didn't mind him." So we walk to this place...

by Gavino Pascual

   It looks like a church to me but Aaron said it's own by one of the best food expert in town Wan Maznah Wan Mohamad and the place is called Cooking-Varieties Cafe...In fairness the interior was fantastic...we personally met Wan and told us this place was already featured in a Magazine...She even showed to us the article My Studio is Published by Lisa Schmidt

   So we had our meal...served. We both share Serena Flower's custom made cake...he took the northern hemisphere and I waited till the Pacific ocean burst with tornado and icing....

   "Hey waiter where's the Philippines? Could you tell the chef our cake doesn't have my mother land on it!" I lost my appetite, this could have been my only chance to eat all the Filipinos in one bite...

   "I think we lost him..." Aaron said softly...

   "Who the Philippines?"

   "Silly! The guy that's been following us." Aaron and I looked around...observing any suspicious character.

   Someone is descending from the staircase...she appears to be on a rush...

by Lawrence Tyler

   There's a lady waiting for her turn to use restrooms...

by Than K

   And a  mother feeding her child....

by Seb Chua

 They don't look suspicious to me...so we ordered some drinks...

by Maurice Dolezal

     So our character had a drink for awhile talking about their plans...

   "Do you think Mari Sterling Wilbur will give us some Tips before we go to Aabhisek Panda?"

   "Maybe..."

   Hours passed by while our investigator is enjoying their drinks they didn't notice a shadow lurking from behind...

by Aaron Offord

To be continue...

Who is the mysterious stranger that had been following them since chapter two? Will they be able to solve the missing Melissa? When will the lady in the restrooms have her turn? Will the reader make any comments? Or will there be a reader? Watch out for the next thrilling episode of this intriguing drama... 

Crazy Pictures Fictions chapter 2 The Search

   The mysterious disappearance of Melissa intrigue StreetogrOFFY Investigator Aaron Offord decided to "I didn't always want to be a street photographer.  In fact, when I took up photography a year ago I was more interested in parlaying the photography thing into a paying gig; I know the dream of most photographers" (a line from My Becoming a street photographer) but this is beyond money now he decided to look for the Depth in Melissa's story.

   So together with his sidekick Fher Ymas they set out an adventure. Fher an expert in disguises called The Art of Realizationism  made Aaron look like this...

 

   "Hey, I don't look like a street photographer..." Aaron contested. 

   But Fher stopped him "Shhhh!!! You look like Hemant Kumar don't you like it?"

   With lots of arguing finally Aaron agreed to look like Hemant to "blend in the field, so they would not recognized you." The handsome sidekick said. (Don't argue again, this is my story remember?)

   Where do they start? That's the first stage of this investigation. 

   "We will go to Aabhisek Panda." Aaron decided. "He had archives of known expert in We Have a Story maybe there we can find relevant clue."

   I heard whispers of many mysterious and great revelations can be found in the book...but some said it was just a legend and it doesn't really exist. There maybe danger along the way...

    

   Then they started to walk The Road Liz Traveled like Liz M. Derry but along the way he remember something...he hesitates...

   "Maybe we can take some Photography Tips first with Mari Sterling Wilbur We can't just go there..."

    

   So instead of going directly to Aabhisek's they take first The Long and Winding Road  similar to the one taken by Jorie Pacli...  

   But little did they know they are being watched...

(suspense sounds here!!!...don't have the gadget so just imagine Lady Gaga singing My Way)

   What would happen now to our adventurer? Will Aaron Offord be comfortable being Hemant Kumar? How about Mari, will she be willing to help them with some Tips? 

   Watch for this intriguing story of love, deceptions, and passionate blogging. Will they have the Sensitivity like Sancheeta Biswas? Stay tuned...