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bokeh.

In darkness of night,

I feel the melancholy

of what cannot be seen;

yet evident upon itself.

 

I can see the fairy lights

calling fairies to dance

upon the tune of a piano

to take away the pain

-and offer it to violin.

 

I wonder, converse-ly

‘what be left then

to call my own?’

hitherto a bokeh.

[29/30-10-11]

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Author:

a coffee addict/ optimist sun flower/ can't-live-without-50mm photographer/ writing enthusiast/ [an almost inexistent] paper cookie smasher/ orange things collector/ wishes he had two antennas on the head; ps: philosophy-pistachio & educational technologist. to sound little proper: A self-taught, internationally published, photographer who loves to write/blog and read while breathing philosophy in between. Graduate of M.Ed. in Teacher Education with High Honors from Aga Khan University and currently works at the same university as Education Designer for Blended Learning. Candidate for Social Innovation in Digital Context (SIDC) at Lunds Universitet funded by Swedish Institute. Action Partner for Oxfam International Youth Partnership 2010-2013 led by Oxfam Australia. To cut the conversation short, an optimistic realist who believe in designing his life to fulfill dreams while sipping countless cups of coffee! I hope this makes some sense. http://www.raheellakhani.com

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