TaleTeller Films

This is what a poet's heart looks like I guess. Soft and delicate yet burning with an incessant flame. So when they write about pain and beauty, love and loss, it's nothing more but an attempt to reflect the collision of the two worlds within...The struggle of balancing hope with chaos... A violent love story of a heart and mind constantly at war.

Waiting at the far end of the shore...Will life ever be different for those who willingly choose to be in the proximity of the great force at work. The same force which nurtures life and the same which takes it away in the blink of an eye. When calm and playful it's melody will soothe your ears but when angered, it will tear your world down like a house of cards. It's the benefactor and the destroyer, comforting and ruthless at the same time.

House on the hills.
I once saw a dream, that I was living on the hills. As far as my eyes could wander, I could see lush green valleys, I could hear the gentle sound of a river flowing nearby, I could feel the freshness in the air and I drowned in the beauty of the sunset. It was like poetry, to just stand there and embrace the grandness of nature. I wish I could live there one day, and keep living there every day!

Roaming the dense canopy, following the paw marks of the predator. The silence is so loud I can hear my own heartbeat. This is his territory. And though I mean no harm I am trespassing it. My heart stops for a second, the blood rushes in my veins as I catch a glimpse of the majestic beast touring his kingdom. Such raw and untamed beauty....