Pigeon Spirits

One of my first photographs which got published in natgeoyourshot Daily Dozen was made in Jaipur, India. A hub for tourists all around the world, famous for its ancient history and beautiful forts. There was this place in the old city of Jaipur where local people feed grains in large amount to the birds and hundreds of Pigeons come and eat. It was magical when those pigeons flew over me. I already knew what I wanted to capture and waited for the birds to take a flight and captured this long exposure shot.

Photo by : Siddharth Setia
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Feelings rushing,
feelings flowing
What are feelings?
Are they knowing?
Are they singing, dancing, playing?
Are they seeing, tasting, praying?
What are feelings? 
Mad or sad?
What are feelings?
Good or bad?
What are feelings?
Do you know?
Do they stay,
or do they go?
—  What Are Feelings?, Sarah Marie Pardy

As some of you may know, when I was younger I won a poetry contest and had a poem published into “The Silent Journey” poetry book. This is the poem that won that, and I was about thirteen when I wrote it, I believe. Pretty basic poem, but I sure wish I could write with that type of ease again.

I’m happy to say that my first poetry collection You Are the Map is now available for purchase!

Amazon UK / Amazon US

You can also get it in most of the other Amazon stores worldwide.

In the book there are twenty-five poems, some are favourites of mine that have been reworked and there are also some brand new ones that I haven’t posted before.

You can find me (and the book) on various social media platforms where you can like or review it (which I’d really appreciate!)

Goodreads: Author Page / Book Page
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Other: instagram / twitter

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