Love.Live.Life

Tears of the noon of the past year rolled down through cheeks at the dawn of the new year. When the chilling breeze pierced eyes without hurting the dreams. Such dreams are the needs like dew on the grass of all the desired wants. First sunrise of the decade after two odd months. There was nature, with drama and short of time. Nothing was special, neither great not luxurious, expensive except for one. Resolution was unknown, the reality was faded, the expectation was routine home headed. Default to the season sleeping was the reason, not when experiences were best, why to imagine the rest. Sweetness overflowed, salt was missing from those, defaulters, everything else came softer. Everything started where some had ended something. Where reality dreamt of living like us someday. From bad omen to sight, of owl’s flight, even the spirit of jungle dint thought of disturbing, when the voodoo doll was the knight. Time was, a handful of dissolving sand yet, in every particle a me...

Tears of the noon of the past year rolled down through cheeks at the dawn of the new year. When the chilling breeze pierced eyes without hurting the dreams. Such dreams are the needs like dew on the grass of all the desired wants. First sunrise of the decade after two odd months. There was nature, with drama and short of time. Nothing was special, neither great not luxurious, expensive except for one. Resolution was unknown, the reality was faded, the expectation was routine home headed. Default to the season sleeping was the reason, not when experiences were best, why to imagine the rest. Sweetness overflowed, salt was missing from those, defaulters, everything else came softer. Everything started where some had ended something. Where reality dreamt of living like us someday. From bad omen to sight, of owl’s flight, even the spirit of jungle dint thought of disturbing, when the voodoo doll was the knight. Time was, a handful of dissolving sand yet, in every particle a me...

Blue at the top and the green around the bottom, meet together at the end of the long naked road. Unknown of the distance and unaware of the destination. The fields teased us for such a wideness could be found in the city. The roads were hard to be figured out. Every face was a stranger and use of intelligence could lead into a danger. The wheel which whirls on the static track has rolled to the north but never to the other end of the country. The bottom of the country has always had a part in my heart. From the eyes snatching nature, to the beauty in the people. And an urge of travel which made us crawl where the heart says.   Somewhere deep inside being in our country, we felt lost. But then we found it all to be scripted, what made us confused and scratch our head was the text and the language the people spoke encrypted.  Unplanned not trip but a journey from the heart of one state to another. The situation which we targeted to was the place known by a moun...

Resides in the arms of culture, with religion making it colourful on every edge of the fence. The many places you go, the many faces you see, with innocence in welcome, variety conceals with the difficulty in the language. Even being a rainbow of culture, religion and languages every place feels like home. Where, sports and games are not few persons investment or interest, rather whole nation involves along with the God.  Standing tall, stretched long for justice, to clean the impurity of truthiness, we stand reputed. Somewhere below those belts, under those tables, we fall corrupted.  Feminism was never a point to discuss since our God taught us what a female resist within her. The Sad part is where she is called Laxmi, on another hand she is a piece of flesh for some He's, who sometimes kill them nameless or somewhere their name is hidden under the melted wax. Despite being all happening within, how far we may fall divided when necessary we also are united....

Even when the sense and the maturity did not peak from the soil, the feeling is at the stature for the one whom we call a friend. Stepping out from that bondage of religion, its humanity which brings everyone together.  Friendship is a thread, in a flow, it does break sometimes from between. The knot which is been tied to join it again is not an obstacle in a relationship, rather it is been tied to make that relationship stronger than the previous one so that it does not break again. These are our electives and we stay as we want with them. Without any examination, where humour collides and the laugh can't hide and we find that the one is always on our side. They never met to the condition of mother and father hardly knew them.  Some remain stable all through the life and some were new to our hive, what changed was that corn to gold with ascending age. Today when we meet the old ones we realise our lifestyle.  Every point of our life we meet some one. The ...

Race, which was crawled yet no end met.  What happened was fun for that one. The day arrived, disguised in beauty with shy,  the presence which happened to be small in quiet.  Alone within those walls, opening the windows of silence and shy,  the door of words was shut tight.  The day, initial was look and the night, everything it took. The sun was brighter than before so the moon was lighter, therefore.  When the sun sleeps and the moon was about to rise  there was a surprise, the presence of feel was magically derived. Scribbling happened soon with the colour of love in the place of a letter for a moon. The words were more in those books, yet happy with looks,  the praise to the fortune which way it took. The melted days showed me the mirror, what I do for others came to me similar,  those scribbled when red the feel in those words was to heart, familiar.  The miscommunication created a distanc...