Will you be mine?

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Location: England, UK

I stand spell-bound, timing my departure to correspond to the setting sun and its farewell. I watch, as it slowly begins to fade away surrounded by a wide expanse of colours spread out across the horizon. Each ray merges into another creating a mesmerizing breath-taking view of an array of patterns. Reds, oranges and purples, a splash of pink and blue here and there surround an orb of the yellow softened glow. Continue reading

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Shackled

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

From behind the fence of barbed wire he watches the sky as the sun slowly begins to set, ending with it another long tiring day. He rubs his once soft hands, now coarse and hard due to manual work,over his face and tired eyes.Somewhere in the distance, the young street kids bring their ball game to an end as the street lights switch on, brightening the dusky sky with their fluorescent glow.

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

He takes a deep breath, his face a mask of concentration as he watches the skyline, noticing the rapidly darkening sky and the beautiful shifting of the clouds illuminated by the setting sun. Day after day he watches the setting sun, awed by the beauty of colours splashed across the purpley-blue sky.

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

Despite his calm exterior and unreadable eyes, a storm rages deep within him. A torrent of emotions kept buried deep within him always so strongly bound, now threaten to break loose. He keeps his eyes transfixed on the skyline.  The rapidly falling temperature and the shadowy patches depict the arrival of the night.

A gust of desert wind blows, forcing him to close his eyes against the dust and sand. It blows over him and his thudding heart, causing him to shudder as the well of deeply buried emotions pushes itself to the surface.

He feels gagged by the pressure, his throat constricts as he gulps down unshed tears. He lifts his eyes so full of anguish,once again to the barbed fence and can’t help but notice the irony. He feels shackled. Tied up and bound by a distance so long, a time so precarious and a soul so lonesome.

Desolation slowly begins to seep through him.

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE

Photo credits:Sharjeel Nasir, Location: UAE