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‘Pieces’ is a photo series, wherein I have tried to aesthetically capture pieces of ones soul in the parts of the face and body. It is a the birth of emotions and stories through incomplete pictures, that ultimately come together to create a whole.


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I love portrait photography. Every face is very unique and beautiful and I try to explore that in my pictures. These pictures have been clicked at different points of time so you will find different logos (I’ve been experimenting with them and so far I’ve not been satisfied with any) used. Go through the pictures, your feedback is most welcome. 🙂

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The Man In Those Flashes

This poem is a representation of thoughts and how sometimes though we are physically in the moment, the mind wanders in the past. Looking for memories and stories to fill the blank spaces of the present. I wrote this poem when I heard the story of a friend. It seemed so similar to many relationships and yet was so different, there was yearning, there was pain and there was still hope. For me the man here could mean anything, moments that will never come back, ones childhood, your own past haunting you. It could mean anything.

Many people read this poem and give me their versions of the story. For some it is the story of a girl, for some it is an expression of yearning and some say it just is the mind, the way one reacts to things. This poem is open to interpretation, you can understand it in your own way. Let me know what you think of it. Here goes…

Photo Credit: Farhan Hussain

Your lost in the meadows,
your ashes gushing through the streams of history.
And sometimes I wish I could bring you back.
Flashes of laughter, of plays and games
Flashes of a word with a golden haze.

Photo Credit: Farhan Hussain
Photo Credit: Farhan Hussain

I try my best to look so deep
To find that place, the site beneath your feet.
I’ve lost that face, the person that existed.
Though you are here, it is those flashes I live with.

I blow wishes that fly gently like soft cotton in the breeze.
Across the maze, through the paddy fields,
Reaching those mountains, in search of those meadows and streams.
I open my wishful eyes in hope of finding you, of finding me…

Photo credits:Farhan Hussain
Photo credits:Farhan Hussain

And I see your eyes looking at me,
Fresh, unscorned, in a daze
There’s a glare at the side of your lashes.
I hide in the shadow of your face, waiting for the man in those flashes.

Yes, you are here and yesterday knows you were in the meadows too,
But my dear that was different,
Though the man is the same,
Then I was a woman who loved you.


The storm, the famine, the windy days,
had never gotten the better of us.
Because we knew through our games and plays
that there was no need for a fuss.

But, no flashes need to tell me of that unforgettable sky
It rained and thundered while the sun was bright.
“Rainbows!” they screamed, as they danced and made merry
And indeed it was, rainbows in the clouds of many,

I knew better, the God’s did lie,
It was a sign for us, of departure, of goodbye.
The rain had stopped and the sun did shine
All the colours stood, beaming in a line.
Stories were told of the fox and the crow,
As they laughed loudly, drunk in wine.

Photo Credit: Farhan Hussain

I stood there staring at the woven skies,
No hand in mine, no reason for merry.
Lost in the meadows, a million stories to bury.
Strange those days and stranger still life’s ways.
In darkness we had stood and faced the tests of time
Yet, the morning breeze, the coming dawn, had tore us apart
took away what was mine.

Those colours had faded and the sky turned blue
You came back and held my hand, things started anew
But I lost the string of love to the colours in the sky
And I know, you lost it too, all the things we couldn’t deny.

Photo Credit: Farhan Hussain

Years have passed and we’re still together
It isn’t the same, uncertain and wavery, things change like the weather.
There are hurt and regrets and unmet expectations.
There’s love, yet fear and many hesitations.
We smile, we laugh, our pain and anger kept discreet
Rarely do I see, do I experience your warmth,
Waiting here forlorn , in hopes to meet.

So many years of togetherness and we hold that number with pride
It’s been so full of hopes and disappointments, this long ride.
Teary I shut these eyes every night, trying not to feel the prick of your whiplashes
Touching the scars, feeling the pain, yet I wait…
Wait for the man you were, the man in those flashes.

Photo credits:Farhan Hussain
Photo credits:Farhan Hussain

The beautiful images are taken from Farhan Hussain, a visual artist. You can check his work at http://iamfarhan.com/ or follow him on Instagram https://instagram.com/farhanhussain/