Pashupatinath.... (Hospital for Saints)
Art within....
The burning ritual...
Photography Is An Art
Taking an image, freezing a moment, reveals how rich reality truly is
Each Photographs Tells A Story
In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.”
Photography is the story I fail to put into words.
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”
You don’t take a photograph. You ask quietly to borrow it.
“Photography for me is not looking, it’s feeling. If you can’t feel what you’re looking at, then you’re never going to get others to feel anything when they look at your pictures.”
“The picture that you took with your camera is the imagination you want to create with reality.”
“A tear contains an ocean. A photographer is aware of the tiny moments in a persons life that reveal greater truths.”
“Essentially what photography is is life lit up.”
“Once you learn to care, you can record images with your mind or on film. There is no difference between the two.”
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
hanumandhoka square photography
How well the art is crafted....
Located at the heart of capital, Kathmandu Durbar Square- a World Heritage Site- hosts a number of medieval and neoclassical palaces, courtyards, temples, museums amidst a buzzing local market scene. The must-see landmarks include the Hanuman Dhoka, Basantapur palace, Talaju temple, National musuem, and Kasthamandap. The only living goddess in the world Kumari lives in Kumari House in the center of the square...Tuesday, May 30, 2017
poetry and memories
poetry and memories
Truth in her lies
Pain in her eyes
My conscious faded
There is no place to hide
She came like “June “
Drew poetry from my lips
My heart melted
Unpredicted was the kiss
Roses she loved
With thrones she was covered
My memories burning
A “reality discovered”
In darkness she lived
Those lines on her face
My words unspoken
It’s hard to clean up the mess
Unforgiven and suffered
Her body kept turning in grave
My dreams betrayed me
Hallowed be thy name
poetry is an art , artist seeks the pain....
Photos Collection
Now I walk … Walk into the wild…
Leaving every mistakes of past behind….I now feel alive …
Always think about the days gone by
When my childhood eyes saw only hills & sky
But I'm not the simple minded boy I used to be
No I learned to picture life in it's reality
I turned my eyes to see a bird fly over head
And I dreamt it's wings of freedom could be mine instead
And I dreamt it's wings of freedom could be mine instead
Her entire fortune of beauty up for an auction...
poetry of earth, into the wild where poet seeks the words......
I am just a voice inside my head
need something to numb the pain
Hello, my name is Sujan Aryal. I'm a poet, Who also likes blogging. i have got 2 blogs running. One is this The Art Of Photography. and another one is Darsapoetry which is in wordpress. I also post my poems and short stories in my blog and Wattpad.