up and down

 Contesting facets of life, one beholds just a shade yet looks impressively bright. The latter, is surrounded by vivid colours of the ovulated life. You look down, you look up. Life still wins.  

the wait, and see through

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. 

the glimmer tale

Sometimes, you just have to stand up, look around and weee! It’s there, it’s always been there. I have been lazy enough to ignore it and it has in turn been a wierdo, staying discreet. Brightness is to be seen, energized and rejuvenated. I know, it’s always around lest I decide to keep myself deprived.   

Pouring and big

Water, wind with a wheezing sound, lots of clouds, little twinkles around. Sometimes, with all that we have, we stand susceptible. 

  

hymn that blows you away

‘Kisi baat par main kisi se khafa hoon, main zinda hoon par zindagi se khafa hoon’.

The lyrics of mundane joy, a rendition that will stir your soul, the meaning that will wrench your veins, the inadequate fear that encapsulates the primal human being, an era that remains the home to divinity in the playback universe.

Kishore Kumar – you continue to conquer, then and today. Truly, Bemisaal. #classicnotes