Travels, Experiences, Space, Time, Relationships and More
Said the sloth from under the tree. Arm on face, Like a big disgrace, He lay in the afternoon of summer. Sometimes the Apple does wonders. Wake up and run. Whenever the drop is and wherever the thud is. Credits are for them and soil for you for now. Call it penance of your being…
Sometimes, just sometimes, we realise, how we are caught up by the own webs that we built around to comfort us, have taken us over. so much so , that the creater is no longer the artist but a mere dependent. Are we there yet? Home , home home.
What a day and what a night. Seems like I am catching time. Like rainwater. Harvesting it. Lest it runs away. Living enough ? Yeah yeah yeah.
What happens when the music ends. When you’re nearing the end of the track. Music fades. There’s a pause. Silence prevails. And in that very moment, Is there a whiff of despair, Of would be’s, Or a shine of labour, The next track plays. Music shall prevail. TBT the times in mountains.
How much is freedom worth? Got a taste of it in the lockdown? How much are you ready to put at stake for your freedom? How free are you? How wild would you want to be? What is it to call a life?. What is your version of the primordial questions of existence? Too much…
Thank you My yester self for having balls enough to choose. How could you think of crossing a river without getting wet. Of course you can choose the bridge, but then you would never know how cold the water gets. How did the bottom rocks felt on your bare feet. Did you get to feel…
Pick up your fuckin pieces,Wipe up the pity parade. It’s time you take the fourth birth,Enough playing dumb charades. The incubation comes an end with a drumroll.It took it’s time and now comes the phase, To shine back as you did,Swaying away from the Dusty haze. Change the skin that died ages ago,Refresh the hopes…
Embrace so tight,It faulters. Claiming the promises of forever, A gust of wind, And plan alters. So what if I gave you all I had, So what if you thrived on my pink, And now that you know that I died, So what if you still think you can drink. For you’re a bee, You’ve…
Have I lost it already?Memories of how skin feels,On skin. It must be a loss.To me it is.For I loved that feel.Followed by your scent,That’s hard to recreate,In imagination.Now. When I think of it,Seems like a distant acquaintance,But when I think of it,It isn’t relating to you anymore.Mixes fragrances of perfumes,Where is you ?Was that…
Rekindle love, In it’s some variant, Make me see the oranges again, Somewhere, Where the limitations cease, Meet me at the middle Lane. For the world is spinning, Faster than I can align, Dreams blooming, With every sunshine, Waiting for when you’ll See the pain, Waiting for you, To say my name. Look at me…