Standing tall, if we can say that. But not in feet is a withheld disclaimer as falling flat before wink of an eye is a traditional fiasco. Usual despairing quotes doing the rounds.
the brighter few
Randomised. Eyes. Hotspots. Urban ore. Blessed and counting.
unanimously holy
Miles apart and in different geographies. Yet, message of divinity remains the same. Belief and retrospection are relatively conjunctive. Yet, being human is so damn difficult. Why us? Let’s be we.
colour cuisine
I love the red, blue isn’t bad either. But the combination could be lethal is evident from this telling drive through shot. Menacingly hot.
long far and near
Empty roads, high hopes and faltering values. They are like the sky, different shades, different moods. But they have something in common. Each of them stood the test of time to vanquish the vagaries of life.
Wise Word
The flashy overtone makes sense. We must confess that it’s seldom used. We only get flat brains and foul mouth. Oops! Am not talking about the zooming road lines here. # rbtl
the story of cute little ones
Ya, okay. You are cute but I guess am cuter. Being competitive 😊.
that glorious sight
Run time has been indefinite, not sure how many times I have driven through this indispensable landmark. Every time, it gives you this ‘new’ feeling of spurious elegance. Awe stuck, hovering large with take away memories.
What you see is you
Count the lights, the darker spread appears dysfunctional.
vibes unleashed
My city of bread and butter (that was), breeding ground is better put, the growing metropolis that remains an elusive part of my story. Things have not changed much though. Traffic is trending downwards, hotness is lateral and opportunities bring thousands to this bilingual city like Usain Bolt. Not me, but the connect is high octane.
night talk
Moment of glory is often found behind the carpet of conspicuous darkness. Ironically subtle, the moon-ly feeling makes it creepier.
the float state
Scattered and hanging, above all else. With little to see below and very little to watch above, the only place to fathom justice is the airy beacon of uncertain serenity. Looks like a playground, minutes later looks like a famished desert. Then, looks like an island in the Middle East and divulges in to a ‘Gravity’ like poster frame before coming a cropper with the looks of a barren plateau. The perils notwithstanding, if I was a vagabond with wings, I would fly.
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