Day or night, the sun never goes down. It wallops, it gallops, it eats your head, it vibrates. But never goes down. Glittering waters or the artistry of the clouds. Deep meanders or open flings. It ain’t going down. Sun never goes down. Hope never goes down. We are hope.
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”
Cut throat empty roads, solitary me in the street adjacent. Suddenly, I look around and find able companions. The long standing sun saying goodbye through the most convenient rays, white clouds emerging out from their daylight nemesis, the beam which is a result of their occupant collaboration. Amidst them, I ain’t alone.
I kind of like the setting sun, goes down but not without achieving the nods and dangling a glimpse of the promise it holds for the next day. Life, learn. Days and nights.