World photography day !! Blog anniversary

19th August- World Photography Day

Hi and welcome to My own space…

Well, of course this day is been celebrated all over the world by photographers, photography lovers and also who loves to get photographed. Hence being a beginner in photography this day means a lot to me as well. Also, on this very day, a year ago I started my blog with no prior knowledge of blogging at all. I thought I could write and showcase whatever I capture on my camera. And this makes this day a very special one as I celebrate my 1st Blogversary. As days went by I became more indulged into writing poetries and photographing birds. And blogging about them has become an integral part of my life since then.

Nature person
There are so many kinds of people on this planet. Out of hundreds of billions, I am one of those million people who loves to stay close to nature. Being in nature makes me feel alive and fills my heart with desires and reasons to live more each day. Getting closer to wildlife makes me realize that there is so much more to life that we actually go through and understand. The green grasses, colorful wings, cheerful chirps every morning is an alarm for me that there is so much more to do. To do yoga, to cook, to paint, to play, to write and to capture each and every moment that is worth framing. You know when you will die, you will die with the memories and not with the money you made. At least I will. Making bird photographs began with my first ever DSLR Canon 1300D which was my 27th birthday gift from my husband and the journey just began. Getting longer lenses just to be a little close to them makes me really happy from inside. Their beautiful feathers, speaking colors, those eyes, those details , beaks, tails, wings, legs, I can’t never get enough of them. Getting as much closer as possible is my only wish when I am in the wild (but ofcourse, I never get too close to disturb them). This never ending want of knowing more and more about them makes me read books and blogs. (I am not of a reader person, more of a writer person, But to be a writer, you need to learn to read first). And this leads to my 2nd love.i.e. Writing.

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My world of wings.

Click here for My page on my first love- photography ~   Through my lenses

Poet person
I won’t and will never call myself a writer unless I am ONE. But whenever I feel low, I write. Whenever I feel happy, I write. Whenever I feel love , I write. Love is a very important part in my life. I can’t live if I am not allowed to love. Falling in love again and again is my genre of interest. Love for the beautiful people in life, love for your oldest friend, love for your first crush, love for your grand parents, love for the up growing kids, love for cooking, love for writing, love for nature, love for photography, love for music, love for that faded love of yours, love for those cherished memories, love for school days and love for the days yet to come. Love is everywhere around us and we just need to find them. And whenever I fall in love again with any of these or anything new, I write. I write my heart out untill it rhymes with my beats. My poetries are my flow of heart beats in rhythm.. just like a piano tune..a soulful music. I wish to get better on it with all your love and support each and everyday..

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Click here for My poetries and more ~  Let my pen speaks

Blog person
I am so gay to realize that I started my blog on world photography day. Though it wasn’t anything I planned for, It just happened like everything else in life happens without any alarm or prior notice. Ever since I started writing posts on birding, photography, poetries and what not, I feel very light and connected to so many people at the same time. I cant get to each and everyone and let them know what am I going through but that is exactly what my blogs can. I love to talk and hence I am an avid writer of my feelings. But blogging about nature and photographing them is more of a passion inside. All my
thanks will never be enough for the one who encourages me the most in my life to do what I am made for. Obviously I was not born to be a computer geeko or a note counting machine. Right? I was born to be independent and that is what I feel here with you all. I have the freedom to speak and write and to fly high.

Riya’s own Space  ~ Well my space it is. 

Conclusion.
What will ‘Just earning money and getting your materialistic demands fulfilled’ get you in the end? What matters is what do you want to die with. I want to die with so much of knowledge and love from people and animals around. I want to work for nature conservation if I get a chance. I want to see my husband getting on that stage and perform in front of a crowd of thousands. I want this for him because he is one of those very few people who dared to dream in this world. I want to make my parents proud on me and get a pat on my shoulder for keeping their heads high. I want to love and be loved. And at the end , I just want to live till the end. Because you know, happiness is just a dilusion. So live it as much as you can.

Last, but not at all least, I wish you all a very Happy World Photography Day !

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Much love

Riya

SHE ~ poetry

She
who is she?

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She is the cloud covering the mountains,
She is the unreachable tip of the hill
She is the elevation.

She is the sparkles of the fire,
She is the dew on the leaves you can only admire
She is the feel.

She is the silhouette of the setting sun,
She is the closeness of moonlight companion
She is the silence.

She is the cherry on your ice-cream, that looks perfect un-eaten
She is the soap bubbles you cant catch,
She is the dream.

She is the twinkle of the stars,
She is the cold breeze you feel from far,
She is the bloom.

She is the unforgettable bite,
She is the warmth of blanket in cold night,
She is comfort.

She is the unread chapter of your story,
She is the hidden glory,
She is the mystery.

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She is the bird that never returned home,
She is the long awaited wish,
She is the prayer.

She is the wing you want to fly with,
She is the vision you see beauty,
She is the first touch.

She is the salt in your food,
She is the drug on your wound,
She is the need.

She is the hug you live for,
She is the kiss you long for.
She is love.

She is the mist in the foggy night,
She is the arms you want to hold tight,
She is togetherness.

She is your cake, your tea
She is the basic,
She is luxury.

She is the sound of the waves,
She is the chirp you crave,
She is happiness.

She is the sweetest voice,
She is the kindest heart,
She is the longing.

She is the mermaid of your fantasy,
She is the star in your dreams,
She is Her.

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Somewhere in the clouds
in the foggy mountains
in the salty oceans
you will find her.

Still the conclusion awaits.
Who is she?

~Riya

The Void ~ Poetry

“THE VOID”

I wish I could fill the void inside me
I wish I could erase the emptiness

I wish I could just take a leap
And jump to the year I had been dreaming asleep

I wish I could explain how difficult it is
To live in my current biz

I wish not to assume everything is okay
And pretend not to be happy for a single day

I wish to not re-think
I wish my life would just shrink

I wish not to wait for a bunce
To pause the beating at once

Much love,

~Riya