Experiences stay alive forever~

• Throwback to one of those beautiful days • Experiences/ Experiences that are shared the smiles which follow Hapilly submerged in the excitement a warm feeling to the heart usually hollow. the beauty of experiences, few are meant to be told many are little secrets, few are hurting many are comforting, few are sought many…

To that strange building/

i was just a regular passerby passing you by daily thinking, wondering that amidst all the regular slim grey skyscrapers, you, with your different beautiful structure, with your tangerine and salmon hues confidently stand erect. catching my eye, setting an example for us dumb humans who cover up our unique and settle for the ordinary….

Bearers of this age’s burden/

12:00 am . /a jigsaw puzzle in their head a labyrinth, with no way out feeling too much ain’t a curse bearers of this age’s burden shush! don’t say this out loud! respect is theirs who adhere to the rules shut the psychedelics shut the imaginatives shut the surreal it’s a practical world, be afraid…

Dependence/

Dependence/ You know the kind of restless one feels when the soul is pounding with a craving for wandering, art and more art but doesn’t have the resources to satisfy that hunger? If you do, then you feel me. What’s tragic is that our lives are meant to be lived in the ways we want,…

Just.

Ever felt like you are running and running and running but getting nowhere? Like you are stuck in one place for so long, you feel suffocated all the time? On the outside, everything feels fine but then there is the inside… broken for some reason. Incomplete. Always in ache. Your mind is always occupied with…

home’/refuge’/’आसरा’

आसरा/ out of all the battles she faces in a day, the hardest one is when she finally lie down in bed and try to sleep. The day’s struggles often make her not pay heed to her most difficult battle because the world’s noises and the people somehow make her forget about it. . ….

Mules in a Concrete Zoo

/A step inside the metro Squeezing self, adjusting Balancing on toes as I stand On the floor, amidst the crowd, I look around. Tired faces, heavy shoulders Their eyes speak the tales of exhaustion Living life in a spiral, running running Getting nowhere, As they work 9 to 5 behind the desk Superior yelling, client…

Caged/

/caged The wings flutter A struggle, the art she creates The meaning? The reason? It’s all in her head To set free, to clear the gray Breaking the bars, the shackles Of the prison her mind has create A rebel for her life Her feet on the ground, Watch her breakway.

My dada, my superman

//when she was born, I was afraid to hold her. When I held her, She grabbed my finger With her delicate little twinkie And oh! The glow my heart felt The innocence in her eyes made me melt. When she was a kid, She used to cling to me when I used to come back…

An outcast

“Be what you want to be” A saying, Killed by another saying many preach, “Money is all you need”. Passions silenced, desires compromised To survive You need to participate In the rat race of life. Follow your dreams, “but there is risk!” “Why not do something which earns you security real quick?” People forced to…

Not always

Not always Is your day Life has bizarre ways Of hitting you hard. Gravity works You cannot fly forever You have to touch the ground. No matter how much you deny We cannot control time It controls us. I hit the rock bottom And it hurts so bad How foolish of me To be stubborn…

The Three Musketeers in a frame

Maybe this is how time kills us slowly?
A baggage full of happy past we cannot return back to
And another of present we cannot escape from