Beneath waters, under it. Holy shrine and its ubiquitous errand of godly flavours. Look around, you don’t see nobody. Yes, you see yourself in a splatter of thoughts and grievances. Think, you aren’t here for the missed substance. You are here to attain the soul of immortals. Sanity, here I come and bestow upon you.Continue reading “inner verses”
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filming and feeling real
Notting Hill is one of the most sublime and exuberant love stories of our times. Truly, isn’t it? Well, I watched it years back but watching it again and again isn’t a crime. Think about this, you falling in love with an actress who comes to purchase a book from the most boring book shopContinue reading “filming and feeling real”
Mystic Remembrance
the vast land, glittering waters, submerged silence, the sound of sky. bulky clouds, stolen charm, staring castles, wet eyes.
famished beyond
If it’s rice, it has to be Biriyani. If it isn’t Biriyani, then you ought to be in a different planet. #thefoodieme
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”
goodness lives..
On a typical sticky, sweaty afternoon, I started walking from home to work. I did not have my bike at my disposal today and public transport isn’t a viable option during this time of the hour. Thankfully, my workplace isn’t very far, hence decision to walk looked sensible. Just as I was almost half wayContinue reading “goodness lives..”
scattered serenity
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.
Standalone
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
roadmap
Steering thought process, courageously striving through. Not the shadows, rays get me inspired.
Perspective
Innocence amidst chaos of indulgence.
gorgeous biting heat
our energy is the derivative of human passion. Passion comes in from the inadvertent urge to excel and accomplish fine deeds. All but consumed by the wrath of the Sun, the wait isn’t over till the rays get over you and you start surviving by the skin of your life. melts, sweats, pours. watery andContinue reading “gorgeous biting heat”
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