The Love You Choose !

Do you want love , lust or passion,  That darling is not the question ?  Don’t  we all seek love in this brute world? But which love do you want ?  That’s what I ask !  The one which seeps in,  Like the warm blanket on a cold winter night . The one which meets…

The Love In Places ! 

Hold my hand darling ,  Like you held in those evenings .  Do you remember how the winds ruffled my hair that day ?  Or how the clouds sprinkled drops of rain onto our woven hands !  Do you remember the tour guide telling us stories of the kings and the queens ?  Of battles…

Two Women Inside Me – Prelude

Prelude ! The colours in the picture have nothing and yet a lot to say about my words. There’s a question i want to ask . How many of you find no special happiness in festivals ? 😕 Or this weird way of hyper motivation of people circulating chain messages wishes chirping like the excited…

Do You Have A Raining Cloud Overhead – Depression

Let’s talk depression ! I don’t know what it is . I don’t know even if its real , normal , something as simple as flu. Hell, I don’t even know if there’s a word or if even it is what they say it is. There’s been someone with me all through these years ….

To Shiva And His Shakti

This picture I clicked , to me , is a perfect combination of the Masculine and the Feminine . The Shiva and the Shakti. . . Shiva is the source of life and the abyss into which everything is sucked back. Shiva, as we know Adiyogi is the non being . He is not light…

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The Chaos We Called Love -3

You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole. The Chaos…

Poor artists

“You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.” –from The Picture of Dorian Gray Posted from WordPress for Android

Magical Kasol

The roaring river … roar like the anguish of  a long lost love, The pain of unrequited love so vibrant in its roars, The cry so vibrant ,so shrieking as if calling the rest of its soul, gushing downstream… running, cutting across the so called stony sledges, wrecking them , burning there arrogance down over…