how strange must the world be outside ; after a month and a half boxed up in a forest and work, i wonder if the roads chitter chatter the same way they did if the road side seller still sells his plastic mats and stuff shouting out to more than just the people around if… Continue reading a lock-down ago
two lives at once : to live two lives at once might seem strange deranged even and yet, to true lovers who love people,day-jobs and arts alike it might not seem such a preposterous proposition the rush of living true each time the pen is picked up and words flow with the ferocity of a… Continue reading two lives at once
It's strange how when the clouds clear an impossible sky arises from horizons you never dreamt in your wildest hope filled dreams and a different light shines and you can breathe finally if not for a day, you might just be given that hour to savor clear skies
pankh hi toh tere bikhre hue hai zameen par udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam ke badalte, badlega tera aasmaan judenge pankh aur udega aasmaan udne seekh, baitha kyun zameen par waqt aur mausam badlega tu badlega udna seekh baitha kyun zameen par zindagi -aasmaan hai tere aage..
soft bristling dry leaves dance in the calm december breeze the cold of the morning has disappeared and a full fledged indian sun that is characteristic of any piece of land in India, be it summer , winter or rain blasts through confused weed grasses. the silent sounds of leaves falling down on the ground… Continue reading an afternoon slumber’s dream
how much longer can you keep your head under water and still admire the beauty beneath ; still live on how much longer can you hold your breath And still live on
let me run like an aquifer under the land, waiting to burst open through the seams of earth when you least expect me to.
it all seems like a dream now the image of me standing atop the cliff with my friend looking around tired and breathless at the mountain peak covered in white and hazed by clouds appearing and disappearing maybe that's the way its supposed to be a tiring climb leading to the top and a hazy… Continue reading the climb and my dream
tame kids roam in the expanse fearful of the anger inside burning alive waiting to burst open and finally live , but it would be too unkind for today.
i particularly liked muffled days covered with clouds and hopes of rain days where the sun shines in half muted notes , spent indoors with an unlikely calm in the air and all the birds seem pretty excited and the trees rustle, slowly back and forth waiting to quench there's a lot of hope around… Continue reading half-sun, half-cloudy and a little bit of rain