Lovers Cry Out In Unison At Dusk, As Pelican At Singing Sunset Hovers Like Humming Birds – IMRAN™

Come, my loves, be mine, at sunset, where fantasy becomes reality, and reality becomes you, and you become mine.

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Lovers Cry Out In Unison At Dusk, As Pelican At Singing Sunset Hovers Like Humming Birds – IMRAN™

Sunsets sometimes sing silently, as flapping pelicans in a chorus hover across the crescendos of red and gold clouds,. The dusk settles into its gentle chorus, singing a sweet lullaby of love and passion, odes to dreams and desires, unloading beams of lights and hard shafts of shadows, as the sultry night serenades the hot sun, and the wetness of Tampa Bay is coated in the hues of solitude, soaking in the whiteness of life into the blend of ecstasy, Come, my loves, be mine, at sunset, where fantasy becomes reality, and reality becomes you, and you become mine.

© 2018 IMRAN™

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Piece Of Fish & Peace On Earth – IMRAN™

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They talk about breaking bread to get closer to people. I’m just a big fan of bread, except a few types, like Naan, Poori, some Parathaa, croissants, and such. But I’m more than happy to partake in a meal that’s got no bread, but plenty to munch on. In this case, what better way to mark a wish for peace on earth than by having pieces of fish from the ocean. A Muslim American, out feeling alive racing my motorcycle in the dead of winter, on the eve of a holiday important to Christians, having a traditional meal of Buddhist and other-religion celebrating nations. Enjoy the 3D View that almost makes you want to grab a piece. Peace!

© 2018 IMRAN™

PS Check out the different 3D effect here. http://www.facebook.com/134701029880230/posts/2568639493153026/ Which one do you like better?

#NewYork #NewYorkCity #Japan #Japanese #JapaneseFood #cuisine #fish #sushi #sashimi #gluttony #hunger #gastronomy #travel #humor #diet #iphonexsmax #colorfulfood #fooddesign #culinary #LongIsland

FowERotica: Flower Erotica – IMRAN™

The aroused engorged green probing parting pushing penetrating the tender pinkish petals opening as a purple nub yearns to be brought to ecstasy…

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This gorgeous #Florida #flowers photo was just too good not to post. Yes you do have a dirty mind 🙂  … because beautiful flowers do grow in the dirt. Yes it does look like some sort of X-rated inter-“racial” intimacy. How beautiful is that! What can be more beautiful than chocolate covering vanilla and filling it with cream? 🙂 LOL The aroused engorged green probing parting pushing penetrating the tender pinkish petals opening as a purple nub yearns to be brought to ecstasy. Hey, I don’t know what you’re thinking. I’m describing two potted plants here! OK OK, so I saw the plants and had the idea, so I did move the plants a little bit closer at the Home Depot. 🙂 Sort of like doing an intimate photo shoot in a public place. 🙂 🙂

© 2015 IMRAN

Surrendering Self-Control To Submissive Sky

I surrender self control

 

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Another impossibly beautiful variation of colors in the magical dusk sensually revealing its incredibly breathtaking charms to me leaves me breathless as I surrender self control to savor its total submission on the planet sized canvas sheet of the heavenly sky. – Imran Anwar

Happy Mother’s Day, Half Century Ago, Today And Forever – IMRAN™

One day the number of years that you have been gone will exceed the number of days I was blessed with your love, your presence, your prayers in every aspect of my life.

 

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My Late Mother And I, Happy Mother’s Day, A Half Century Ago, Captured By My Late Father. —

Beloved Ami Jan, as you look down from your place in heaven, on this and every Mother’s Day, please know that every day that has passed since you left too soon 22 years ago has been a day devoted to loving, missing and remembering you.

One day the number of years that you have been gone will exceed the number of days I was blessed with your love, your presence, your prayers in every aspect of my life.

But I promise you my love for you will continue to flow even more deeply in my soul and the tears that roll down my cheeks as I write these lines that have never let up, never dried, will mark the passing of all the days I have yearned for you to somehow be back, even if it meant exchanging the remaining days of my life for you to have a chance to live again.

Happy Mother’s Day, Ami, will be when God wills for me to walk up to you in the afterlife, and say, I am your son, and I hope I lived a life that was worthy of having been your son. I love you, forever and beyond, Ami.


Imran
Mother’s Day 2014
Apollo Beach

Snow Falling On (Out)Siders – IMRAN™

So, hold my hand, and know, no matter how slippery, dark, dangerous and twisted the path, every step will be an adventure to savor, and every mile will be a destination to celebrate along the way…

 

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Snow Falling On (Out)Siders.

Much that I would love to be in Florida when New York is facing blizzards, I also choose to savor whatever life offers. 

Whether a twist of fate or a turn of luck, a change of seasons or changes in people.

I choose to believe in celebrating the unique experiences, good and bad, of my life, knowing, just like no two snowflakes falling on me right now are alike, no one else could have lived my life, and savored it the way God created it uniquely, exclusively for me, if I did not take the good with the bad. 

That is why I do not forever dwell on the storms I faced, but cherish surviving them stronger than before.

I will not cry for something lost or tossed aside, but I will celebrate something new found in something old and abandoned. 

I will, God willing, always choose, and believe, that my wildest dreams are not even a fraction of what God will bless me with, no matter what rain, or hail, or sleet, or snow falls on my path of life. 

The journey is the reward, no matter what final destination God blesses me to get to.

So, hold my hand, and know, no matter how slippery, dark, dangerous and twisted the path, every step will be an adventure to savor, and every mile will be a destination to celebrate along the way… 

Come with me… 

Imran Anwar
Long Island, NY
9 February 2014

Fiery Red Blue Sky Turns Blue Water Liquid Gold – IMRAN™

Unedited iPhone 4S photo taken across from my blessed home at sunset, as the only other mariner out there also heads home.

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There’s nothing that makes my spirits soar than flying over ocean beaches and yachting havens, in, under and through blue skies… except yachting and sailing in New York even in mid-December, under fiery red skies turning the cold calm Great South Bay waters beneath me bubbling hot liquid Gold. Unedited iPhone 4S photo taken across from my blessed home at sunset, as the only other mariner out there also heads home.

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The Young Woman And The Sea – IMRAN™

As you, gentle readers, dear friends, lovers old, new and future, read these words, just know, your most difficult, arduous, lonely journey is shared with me. It is shared by those you love, loved and will love. We may not be on the same part of the road, or hitting the same bumps at the same exact time, but, sooner or later, our paths will cross. I will take your hand, and be there for you. I promise.

One day, you will look back on the cold stormy nights and know that you did make it… because….

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You Belong To The City by Glenn Frey is not just an inspired, amazing, timeless, poetic and rocking work of musical art, it is a song that, at one time or another, resonates with all of us as we pass through the stages in the play we call life. The song is even more special to me. It is one of the select songs I consider the soundtrack of my life.

It was thus ironic how quickly it came to mind when I met an old young beautiful intimate beloved friend, from recent years past, for an unexpected dinner and evening together. I had been planning to go to Smith Point beach to catch what was sure to be a beautiful sunset and dusk, when we connected on the phone after a very long time. So, we ended up going there together, a place we had last been several years ago, together, and with another love past and gone.

She, always patient, loving and caring, waited while I captured photos of the setting sun with my new Apple iPhone 4S. Not knowing I was watching her, she stood atop the forlorn log that had made the sands of Long Island its temporary home. And, I saw a moment that was as magical as it was timeless.

The Young Woman And The Sea, I said to myself as I clicked.

The wide angle view from an external lens I was testing on my new iPhone, the moment, the lighting, the log, the way the sun reflected on her golden tresses from the right, and the incredible way the tide had made the sand flow in the shape of angel wings around the log she stood on, I saw a timeless and absolutely unique moment in time…. a surreal almost masterpiece-like painting of life, accidentally brought to life, etched into memory, and now captured for the ages, by a mere cell phone camera.

I quickly snapped this photo and, later, at home, as I imported it into iPhoto, something struck a powerful chord….

We had been going through amazingly tumultuous and yet interesting and wonderful times in our respective lives when we last met and shared many wonderful experiences. And, as time, life, circumstances, people, events and fate dealt their hands, their blows, their stabs, it meant we continued our separate, still event-filled, surreal, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, journeys through life, until we got together again tonight. As these thoughts passed through my mind, in my ears Glenn’s voice rang out truly, how “So much has happened, but nothing has changed”.

As I pasted the lyrics to that wonderful song below for your pleasure, I could not resist but tweak some of the words (I hope the Text shows how I replaced some of the words {strike-through font} with ones even more suited to this moment {shown in bold}).

As you, gentle readers, dear friends, lovers old, new and future, read these words, just know, your most difficult, arduous, lonely journey is shared with me. It is shared by those you love, loved and will love. We may not be on the same part of the road, or hitting the same bumps at the same exact time, but, sooner or later, our paths will cross. I will take your hand, and be there for you. I promise.

One day, you will look back on the cold stormy nights and know that you did make it… because….

You Belong To The City

The sun goes down
The night rolls in
You can feel it starting all over again
The moon comes up
And the music ocean calls
You’re getting tired of staring at the same four walls
You’re out of your room
And down on the street beach
Moving through the crowds sand through the midnight heat winter freeze
The traffic ocean roars
And the sirens seagulls scream
You look at the faces waves, its just like a dream

Nobody know where you’re going
Nobody cares where you’ve been

‘Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness, beneath the neon moon light
You were borne in on the city sea-tree
Concrete Sand under your feet
It’s in your blood, its in your moves
You’re a woman of the street beach

When you said goodbye
You were on the run
Tryin’ to get away from the things you’d done
Now you’re back again
And you’re feeling strange
So much has happened, but nothing has changed

You still don’t know where you’re going
You’re still just a face in the crowd

‘Cause you belong to the city

You can feel it
You can taste it
You can see it
You can face it
You can hear it
You’re getting near it
You want to make it
‘Cause you can take it.

You belong to the city
You were borne in on the city sea-tree!

Original lyrics © Glenn Frey
Photo, prose, and this work © 2011 IMRAN
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Solar Fire, Solo Flier – IMRAN™

A solo flier appeared when all other birds had given up and gone home. A natural aviator, silently, hopefully, bound for its destination unknown, knowing somewhere along the way it would find its mate, and its dreams would come true…. even as a seemingly endless night appeared before it.

Steve Jobs, visionary, genius. Thank you for everything. RIP. Hat Trick +2 ! My 5th flickr Explore in a row.

My 45th Photo to make it in Flickr Explore on October 5, 2011!

Smith Point County Park Bridge is a place which has many special meanings to me.

It is a place I visited with my beloved Father when he was in the USA in 1996, at a time of great difficulties for me.

Over the 15 years since, it is a place I visit by road like others do. It is a site I have boated, sailed and yachted by, on both the bay and the ocean sides. It is a sight I have flown over, spreading my wings over its beaches and near-by islets, to practice flight manuevers. Its parking lot offers a level of comfort — as an potential emergency landing spot (assuming it is not crowded), especially during fall and winter flying on the ocean.

Walking on it, I have felt its sand in my toes, and I’ve marched across the asphalt to walk up to the bridge to capture some of my most spectacular sunset photographs.

This was not a particular clear or bright, day, much like the murky uncertainty that surrounds us as individuals and even as nations and a human race. It was not even an interestingly cloudy day, when the infinite variations of cloud shapes always ensure differing shades of red.

But, as the golden sun set, as it set the sky alight with a solar fire, I got what I was waiting for.

An image, a moment in time, a symbolic alignment of man, machine, planet, and the universe with the stages in life I have faced in the last 3 years….

A solo flier appeared when all other birds had given up and gone home. A natural aviator, silently, hopefully, bound for its destination unknown, knowing somewhere along the way it would find its mate, and its dreams would come true…. even as a seemingly endless night appeared before it.

And, even as I was posting this picture, little did I know that someone of far greater significance would be flying away, forever, within hours of my posting this photo. Steve Jobs, RIP.

A Solo Flier Against A Solar Fire.

May we all soar above our troubles and find all the joy, love, and happiness we seek, deserve and desire.

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Unrequited Love by Imran Anwar

You can almost reach out and touch the moon and run your fingers gently on her aging, aged, ageless but scarred face….

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You can almost reach out and touch the moon and run your fingers gently on her aging, aged, ageless but scarred face, where times, and passing suitors it disdained, left their marks, with you, the reader, wondering if a gentle tear from a secret subterrainian river will gush forth, as it silently tells the story of its endless, eternal, inescapable love for the blue planet it is forever intertwined with, but desinted never to meet, lest it be a deadly last waltz that would spell doom for both, in a deadly one night stand, a flash of explsoive passion, with the earth’s oceans of life-giving liquids gushing forth into the skies, escaping into a climax of everything and a vast nothingness at once… such is the eternal dance of unrequited love of star crossed lovers and planets and moons. Feel it.

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Full Moon, September 3/4 2009, Heron Pointe, East Patchogue, Long Island, New York, USA.

Words & Photograph © 2009 IMRAN
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