Tuesday, 25 June 2019

Ceasing to exist.

If you stop writing and they stop reading, you shall stop existing for each other.
Living blissfully in their own parallel worlds, just ceasing to exist  in  each other's.
Like the smoke, disappearing into the thin air. One minute there, the next gone forever.
Like a rainbow, vibrant and beautiful and a virtual illusion.



                    Photography Credits Go To Ananya & Shriya

Thursday, 25 April 2019

Getting used to.


Getting used to the Sun rising,
from behind buildings, instead of mountains.
Getting used to the Moonshine,
having to compete with the bright lights.

Learning to like the concrete jungles,
Instead of the hills and lakes.
Learning to love the patch of green,
amongst the high-rises, instead of endless span of trees.

Adapting to breathe in air, less clean,
than the one we took for granted.
Adapting to survive life and its surprises,
learning, getting used to, as each day passes.






Friday, 19 April 2019

Gemstones.

Fireflies of sunshine shimmering atop hills of Jade.
Or are they gentle Emerald waves, in which the boats swayed.

Turquoise of sky spreading blue in the ocean,
Sapphire waves reflecting, hide and seek in motion.

If only the arch were a ring and water could be carved.
What a brilliant gemstone ring nature could have served.


                     
                      Photography Credits Go to Shaishav Agarwal

Sunday, 7 April 2019

Temporary ripples.

Sometimes, the pain gets excruciating, 
emptying the lungs off all the air, 
leaving us gasping for survival.

The heart ache so acute,
that it renders the body invalid,
crawling to get through the days.

Hope is lost, 
happiness becomes just a word, 
the world seems to be like a sinking ship. 

But, it's just a phase, rest assured,

You will breathe again,
you will get up and walk again,
you will swim to the shore, in one piece.

For life is life, 

It flows, like a river,
nothing is permanent or stagnant,
be it pain or pleasure.








Saturday, 30 March 2019

Acceptance

Sometimes the senses are numbed,
by the forces of the unseen.
The silence, a defence,
against the loudness of thoughts within.

The world  thrown out temporarily,
from the maze of the brain.
The people, shut out,
to keep the  pounding heart sane.

Only the grace of acceptance,
paves the path for survival.
In the forest of doubts and distrust,
for lost faith's revival.




Sunday, 24 February 2019

After the Sundown

Road trip



The immediate lack of energy, somberness and loneliness of the evening, right after the Sun bids goodbye...

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...being made up by the energy and brightness exuding from the man made  strings of vibrant stars.

Friday, 22 February 2019

Sundown

Road trip

        The Sun calls for attention like a sparkling gemstone in a ring.



 Far away from the madding crowd, the Sun sets behind the          mountains, promising another part of the world a beautiful new day.