Photography & Effects
Disha Bhosale
Poetry
Pablo Picasso
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Photography & Effects
Disha Bhosale
Poetry
Unknown
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Copyright 2016 by Disha Bhosale. Reproduction of any Posts / Photographs published on this blog – ‘armytalesblog’ is strictly prohibited without a written permission or consent from the person. All Rights Reserved.
Photography & Effects
Disha Bhosale
Poetry
Unknown
☆
Copyright 2016 by Disha Bhosale. Reproduction of any Posts / Photographs published on this blog – ‘armytalesblog’ is strictly prohibited without a written permission or consent from the person. All Rights Reserved.
New season with
a new beginning.
New beginning with
a new series.
New series with
new pictures.
New pictures with
new look. New look with new poetries
All new, but what stays old
is just the name,
Impression In Pastels with its II series. Born again for you.
If any of you wish to view the first series of Impression In Pastels, then here it is for you all to view again. Enjoy 🙂
(Dear bloggers, Army_Tales is highly apologetic about some abrupt changes in this post)
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I saw a bird on an electric pole.
She chirps and looks at me
Like she’s saying comprendo?
Then I try to make
Friends with her
But she twists her head
Like she’s saying
Me, You, Friends?
No way!!!
She looks down at me and
Up at her friends.
And without a goodbye,
She spread her tiny wings
And off she went !
Photography -Disha Bhosale
Poetry – Gideon
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Line after line my fingers poured out my mind..
And made me re-live the heaven where once you were mine..
Making me walk through the narrow-broad memory lanes..
Where they once again made me smell the wet grass of the rainy days of our reign..
And soon with salty droplets they made me blind..
Taking me back to the goldmine where our memories now had built a shrine..
Poetry & Photography – Disha Bhosale
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Copyright 2016 by Disha Bhosale. Reproduction of any Posts / Photographs published on this blog – ‘armytalesblog’ is strictly prohibited without a written permission or consent from the person. All Rights Reserved.
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