'Puppets On Strings'


Crossing the bridge

Again, and again

Everyday,

Puppets on strings,

Trudging back

To the colorless lives,

To stand out in

Shadows at sunset. 

------- Andy

Comments

  1. Agniva aka NeelAugust 3, 2022 at 8:36 AM

    Fantastic Photograph & a brilliant write up.. Keep up Andy Da

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  2. SGAugust 3, 2022 at 8:55 AM

    The pic rocks....and the prose, well, so apt and poignant !!!
    Mesmerising to say the least...

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  3. Ashique FirdoushAugust 3, 2022 at 8:58 AM

    Splendid

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  4. AmitavaAugust 3, 2022 at 9:04 AM

    Fantastic , the picture and the prose, made for each other

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  5. SRCAugust 3, 2022 at 9:07 AM

    Too good.. everything.

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  6. ttanujaAugust 3, 2022 at 9:07 AM

    Amazing photography

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  7. Mitul’s ramblesAugust 3, 2022 at 9:13 AM

    A beautiful marriage of a vivid image and poignant words that together conjure a lasting impression. Wonderful, looking forward to many more

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  8. Bijit BoseAugust 3, 2022 at 9:17 AM

    Well balanced shot - khub bhalo laglo.

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  9. NiladriAugust 3, 2022 at 10:17 AM

    Beautiful.

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  10. Arindam ChatterjeeAugust 3, 2022 at 12:30 PM

    I was and am a fan of your unique ability to capture the essence of being and then pen them over as if reliving a life long lost.

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  11. pinakeeAugust 3, 2022 at 1:08 PM

    অনবদ্য! ছবি আর লেখা যেন দুজনে দুজনের পরিপূরক!

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  12. dipanwita azizAugust 4, 2022 at 9:35 AM

    Unbelievable shot! Brilliant! Looks like a painting.

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  13. JdasphotographyAugust 4, 2022 at 9:53 PM

    Great pic 👌👌👌

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  14. AnonymousAugust 5, 2022 at 7:17 PM

    Yes.. absolutely.. it's a game of trapeze we are playing.. trying to balance through out life.. practising hard,

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  15. AnonymousAugust 5, 2022 at 8:45 PM

    Awesome combination of prose and pic

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  16. AnonymousAugust 5, 2022 at 11:08 PM

    Fantastic photography and well penned.

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  17. AnonymousAugust 6, 2022 at 2:43 PM

    A picture is worth a thousand words. And then some. Sayam

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  18. AnonymousAugust 7, 2022 at 9:22 AM

    Fantastic Thinking & Skillful Hunting for a wonderful Photograph

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  19. AnonymousAugust 7, 2022 at 10:32 PM

    Wonderful

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  20. Indrajit BandyopadhyayAugust 14, 2022 at 12:32 AM

    great photo and the well suited writing.....summarizes life.....as it is.....

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  21. AnonymousAugust 27, 2022 at 7:42 AM

    Beautiful portrait, deep words!

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  22. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2022 at 8:36 AM

    One of my favourites 😍

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