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Why I’m Wordless At Times

Thank you Amy, for giving such a beautiful completion to my words! Please do go and have a look, it’s a beautiful tapestry of images. 🙂

The World Is a Book...

“Why I’m wordless at times…”

by Dr. Hb (hbhatnagar)

A moment of courage

A moment of doubt

A quick look within

A quicker without

And then you are with me

And now I’m alone

And that’s how I forget

All words that I’ve known

Thank you, Dr. Hb for giving me the privilege of using your eloquent poem for this post.  I am truly honored.

After a long debating, I decided to use plants with light green and soft tone for this beautiful poem. Hope you like it. 🙂

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A while back, Dr. Hb wrote a few poems for my photos. I also had great pleasure of making posts using his beautiful poems.

“I Stood And Said No More”

It was a bright noon day

The ocean smoothed to blue

Reflecting azure hue

The sky mirrored the bay

And on the sparkling shore

I stood and said no more.

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About hbhatnagar

I need to fill this up with much better content than I had populated it with earlier. Why I write a blog maybe? I started blogging in 2009 or thereabouts. I was a newly turned atheist and wanted to converse with others of the same persuasion. We're not exactly a big population group in India! It didn't go very well and I sort of lost interest, posting a few things now and then. I got a lot more regular over the last few months and have been posting almost daily since February '15. I was, and am suffering from depression and things had gotten out of control. I had chronicled it in my posts, but I have removed them. Not because I wanted to hide that facet of my life; if that were the case, I wouldn't be writing this. But I was lucky to come across many, many wonderful people out here who helped me. Even if it was just to post and tell me I wasn't alone. I can't tell you how thankful I am for all of you. I've tried since, to tell my own story as an attempt at catharsis (didn't work) and as a means of telling others that they weren't alone either, not in their depression, nor in their cutting or burning, nor in their thoughts of and attempts at suicide. So this blog has taken shape, being at different points in time my showcase, my comedy club, my art gallery, my book club, my therapist, my close friend, my innermost dark self....but always my little corner of the world. You are all welcome to visit and I hope you stay awhile! A few points about me because I don't want to lead anyone on. I'm Indian, the brown-skinned variety; if race, ethnicity or skin colour is an issue, you don't have to get to know me any more than what you see on my blog. I'm 40, so if age is an issue, please be informed accordingly. I was a doctor, an ophthalmic surgeon for 10 years before I quit practice. I am a depressive, have been for some time, so some things do trigger me for no rhyme or reason; I don't expect anyone to understand that this happens, just maybe accept that it does. If not, I am sorry.

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2 thoughts on “Why I’m Wordless At Times

  1. Loved it! 😃 team work …

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Julie@frogpondfarm | 07/04/2017, 12:40 PM

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