Count the lights, the darker spread appears dysfunctional.
Category Archives: Nature
night talk
Moment of glory is often found behind the carpet of conspicuous darkness. Ironically subtle, the moon-ly feeling makes it creepier.
brightness dug deep
Behind every coronary architecture, lights and brightness will manage to creep through despite standing barriers. Intangible bliss.
petal joy
They are jewellery to God and goddesses, women adore them and men like to smell them. Seldom will you see such fragrance together in a sea of colours. Festive platter.
passing blue
Sometimes and at most times, the best of scenic bonjour is confined outside our urban vendetta. Flying high, with poise and painted with blue.
for the weekend lovers
The 2 tall ones are Saturday and Sunday, the tower is Monday. See, I told you guys. Monday always has a ‘towering’ presence.
seeing through I
sometimes, am just benevolent but retrospective about what would have gone through if I didn’t do what I did to be in the place where I am today. This is how it would look – a far cry with a twisted turn and lush landscapes.
Mystic Remembrance
the vast land, glittering waters, submerged silence, the sound of sky. bulky clouds, stolen charm, staring castles, wet eyes.
animosity of a kind
I love to deviate from my enormous respect for human beings, during fragile moments. Beasts, often accused of being paranoid, are meant to be that way. Their aggression is their forte to survive. Their sporadic moments of withdrawal is a means to arrange their next meal. And they eat when they are hungry. Yet, humanContinue reading “animosity of a kind”
scattered serenity
red rays of life
Bustling vehicles, day settling down with the magical fervor of a juggling magician. Human traffic, a serenade of a metropolis with the advent of never ending tales. Fun, attraction, jubilation, never ending little packets of joy, waiting for those irresistible new beginnings. It’s a wait for life, by life and to live life.
the pious piece
One of my most worshipped places. The goddess of ultimate victory, the sound of lashing waves through the holy Ganga, the colossal view of Bally, the shrine where the famous dialogue took place, perhaps a monologue of a saint is the brimming moment of truth.
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