Travels, Experiences, Space, Time, Relationships and More
So there’s this thing about the color that makes me feel so nice. As if the only color away from the simulation. Which somehow gets you the better of whatever it is. Either the source wanted us to have pleasure and gave them something as survival to the damage animals would do. The entire happiness…
May be around self or dependent on external factors. When we choose, we get on the path of choice. And in this party, determination opens up all the locks which come in the way. Even if the key is not right, the power of intent is enough to make sure you have your locks unlocked….
Aren’t we all existing in versions? Just because your choice of versions of yourself may be different from the standard set, does that mean they are wrong? Fiercely and unapologetically you. Cheers to your set of versions that make a beautiful and a unique you. You’re loved. And hated too. And that’s all okay because…
The canvas was lit in the the color of tender fire. Thoughts flying higher than the birds returning to nest. The gentle breeze makes some love and dances the collar having combed from the leaves of the tree that stood in awe of the evening just like you did. Canvas changes the hues slowly as…
Oh boy. Dance in my head. Let go those shoes, The heel is not my forte, Be comfortable, Be free, Draw in , Look in me, Show me you, Do you hear , The beats in the middle, Let it go, And become oblivious, To every sound and sight, Where the awareness is recollected, And…
And I am so happy to be alive, A part of thing, To be called living, While I soak myself in sunshine,. Totally acting ignorant, Of the Autumn around, Living it up while I am green, Living it up with twines, Living up the sunshine. .Funny me thinks, Witnessed some days, And I know shit…
Is it the same me,Tearing myself apart, Or is it you,Treating tearing like an art? A piece of me goes,In every stroke you strike Multiple me,Circuses, Hoping to become,I. The axe took me away,From previous form and shape, Moulding into somethingThat shouldn’t just stay. Now I lookUgly and dead,Like a pile of wood,Stuffed to dry…
White is love, White is pure. White till you see, Winters galore. White are the trees, White are the roads. Cleaning the shades of grey, Pouring White snows. White are the smiles, That replaces lip sealed grin, White is the light, That burns within!…Celebrating the White in you.Cheers.
Nectar beholding cup..Shall wait another dayAdding sweetnessIn every little wayAnd when its denseAnd thick with loveThe bee shall comeAnd have his cupCoz its not the thirstThat makes it thrillIts the oaths takenWhich it needs to fulfillOf pollination and moreTo bring more flowersAnd spread more sporesSo wait my bloomAs I head home..To have You all and…
Hold upDrop down?The pencil stream,Bears an abundant crown 👑. The ice and reserveMelting and flowing.The pebbles and stonesLay shining, glowing. What is it, if isn’t life?Flowing to meet some sea?It does, by not being it.By mixing itself, into a river of fantasywith a ride to the ocean,that’s where the stream was meant to be. Who…