Not for Tarantino, entirely for me. Feels good, feels urban.
placid moments
Altitude, vast landscape, sunlit lakes and a perennial feeling of retrospection. Tepid!
just written phrase
trivial jovial encounters of little value and subsidized proportions keep us happy and glee.There is a reason why.
we like complicated matters and love insanely huge adventures but when our lives become complicated, we tend to shy away and hate spotlight.
Cynosure of all eyes gives you the edge to differentiate and glory separates you. it is also a journey of pain and perseverance, battle of mind and mouth, stretch of energy and gigs.
Season of Goddess
Inseparable love, indomitable pose, blessing in abundance, the queen of all triumphs.
Year on year, she is the sanity check of our lives, and the hope that evil will die, sometime, someday. Perhaps, forever.
The epitome of goodness, she is a sign of redemption for the self destructive urban bane.
She came, she conquered, she left with a poise and promise. We are left behind, with an equally daunting promise to deliver and keep the fervor alive.
no man’s land
The space we created outside our conjunctive lives of fear and torment.
Kill exuberance and invite dying hormones to play with our inner strength. then get infected, and blame the inevitable as an excuse for rustling endurance.
We endorse scattered desires, we love the red and enjoy the emptiness around. But despise our failures for not having enough sunshine around.
Why lay around when we have brightness living ahead? You always have a choice.
the wide bright beam
Silence is the beginning of noise, apparently chaos and then salvation. Sometimes, that is.
when all the fuss is about water
I don’t think we have control over a water source, its tributaries or the destination where its lands up irrespective of geography or demography of a specific landscape. I think so, well, am quite certain. But millions including our governments don’t seem to get this on table. And, a conflict that rues over 100 plus years is a testimony to our stark failures in dealing with national issues. I simply think we are not courageous enough to deal with issues of impending realities and our inabilities to have a vision that is disintegrated in the hands of nepotism and conniving leaders.
Honestly, the crop of administrators and governments were not even born when the agreement between 2 states (can’t really condemn the term ‘state’ today) has perpetuated to a conflict of a massive burnout that’s lasted for more than a century. And, remember, our worst nightmares are yet to follow suit.
In a sub continent raven by diversities and anomalies, we are still fighting over political gains and trilingual modes of treason. We have states where governments cannot talk to each other over an issue that has plagued a landscape over 120 years and this gets escalated to PM’s table for a peace treaty and another long, vain, mutilated conversation that will lead to another 50 years of negotiation.
We want justice, we condemn our laws, we hate violence but love propagating it. We have problems, we love solutions but prefer to keep them away in barracks till mayhem strikes at your door for annihilation.
This isn’t a thorn in our flesh, we have beaten our flesh black blue to let the throne rule and bring the demons over to rule the roost.
World of BBQ
Famished and wanting for more, our bellies were full but desires remained baffled. Till we get hungry again.
the silence of our times
Don’t sneak through the darkness to emit your brightness, the shine should make way for your decorated future. Don’t forget the crowd and faces, they will emerge amidst sunshine and sedate in dwindling fortunes. Life moves on, and goes zooming between relegated tearaways.
I am on the move with times, are you?
prelude to a special day
Yes, no propaganda, no hustles, no despairing efforts to tell people it’s a day we await every year, no inane posts on FB as if it was the last day on this restrained earth and am the only one celebrating a special day of its kind. Yes, we all love moments in life, and we cherish to treasure them in gift boxes. Gifts of immortal jars that get vanquished by blessings of the eternal.
By the way, happy birthday to my sweetheart and soul of my glorious life.
tall shot to glory
I loved the way I was able to capture this. Not the beauty but eloquence.
Joy of Killing – 2.0
Crime beholds crime. @msksmiles
There is this animal in all of us that gains momentum in sensitive and reluctant moments. Sporadic and violent. Voracious and fierce. We all have break even points, some much earlier than we conspire and few that follows an aftermath. But we always seek a nemesis for redemption. A partner in crime. An orchid in a rose palette. A reason for our coral existence. The reason to survive through means unknown.
Our deficiencies often out power and defeat us in the battle of goodness and sanity. We kill ourselves to bring the insides out, and the soul becomes the most dreaded object of ulterior motives. Vulnerable and exuding massive energy of culpable destruction.
Raman Raghav 2.0.
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