Travels, Experiences, Space, Time, Relationships and More
With twists and turns,Going back and coming back,Symmetry or superstitions,Life at certain point does come in full circle..✨The decisions we take,The promises we break,Everything is synchronized to universe..✨People come,People leave,Good timing,Bad timing,All that matters is the influence they make on your life..✨ We are exactly where we were supposed to be..✨
Without form, myselfI offer you a hand. .. Your green is my prize,And your brown my owe.. I ll paint you brightAnd greener shall you grow. .. And I ll house those fish,Which cheer and wonder at your fall,. The old leaves swim light,Your ageing shootsstill stand tall.. For you lift Me up,And keep me…
The evening lingersDark and bright.Lights on, they rush through their way,Counting themselves,in times and tides What a show,What a high!ReintroductionTo An absolute reinvent, The spectator in blackFrom the folds of the curtains you borrowed,Peeps.Clapped to his heart’s content.What did you witnessDid you see the show?Just like love.Lovely while it prevailed.Promising youthTempting happiness.False beliefs or a…
No, Not those rants, Of how many millions in the sky, Or that if you’ve ever thought why. Nothing intellectual , running in the veins. Let’s Play with the present, The things we have. Now. Many stars, Many systems, And to all the life forms. A note of gratitude. For existing, To be witnessed. By…
Wrapped up In her colours. The nurturer, Closes her eyes. The one who sees all and knows all. We watch in awe. Unfolding herself, As she lingers in the mist. She keeps it living and fresh. And she keeps them raw. If there be any prayers, I extend them to thee. Guide us with your…
Parting, yet pride. Slowly. Steady stride. Days begin With an unswallowed bit, Lurking down the palette, Regurglejuvenated. Cleared. In respite. Picking upwhere he left. To be right. Days end,Spirits bright. Big flights, Small things, Come see the sky waiting. Small things, Go get all your cravings, Small things,Come, Spread your wings. Small things, I won’t…
Diaries of post rebirth 3. It has been a long and fuckin amazing journey.Hmmhuhwaa.. Feels cold and alive. Much like waking up from cryosleep. Pukish because of being almost dead for so long. Then we walk the first walk again.And then run. Knowing this sleeve is totally worth it. Push it. Push it. Welcome to…
In your own sense. Without approvals. A quiet, Seemingly indifferent, And inconsequential life. Short, may beBut beautiful. You , Bearing the pride of the creator. You, A masterpiece. You , The Him, Later.
Fire cleanses, to the soul. healing hurts. but then that’s how the wounds close. sewing you up. fresh cells creating themselves from the universe. and with your will to survive. Believing is magic. let’s burn tonight. for the morning awaits. for a fresh you. and the snow , shall ease the burns. soothe you down….
And flowers. And the mountains you never saw. And the flowers never touched, Never seen. Nor heard of. What do you see in a dream? What would you want to? The why’s in your head. Is the question ever clear? Or are you thinking what to think. And then let the thinking part stay. Just…