Oasis. | PhMuseum

A series that began from a simple wish: that my eyes could take photographs and a wish to pause time. It is my portrayal of the same. It is a documentation of what was, what is and what may be. A way of expressing things I haven’t always found words for.

The world is a desert all glare, all distance.

But somewhere within me, a garden survives.

Fed by small mercies, rooted in silences,

it blooms in the heat and shelters my name.

Laughter floats like dust in the light.

Even in the stillness, something sings.

I return to this place when the dust is too much.

I drink from it when love feels far.

This is my oasis not escape, but remembrance.

Not a place, but a promise that something soft still lives.