Love.Live.Life

Strong views, out of the box to be understood, his brain run faster than his beats. Heavy hands, skillfully making the art lighter, flashing thoughts making creativity brighter. A posture of bulk yet to be converted to a hulk. A stone in the water which looks wet only from the outside but many times drops pierce him within. A true louts-eater. Doing the same thing won't change anything but doing it in a different way sometimes might change your world.  Same place, with same bees buzzing around yet it changed something within me.   The drop of water in his eyes had a feel for us, they were no crocodile tears but the devil's shed. Then I realised, that you should shed some tear and see how many hands come to wipe them. I never believed in the first impression is the last impression because a person can't play all his card at once. Life is a game which human play according to a situation. An array which we have formed a year ago, begin scattered with an unaware s...

Squeezed lemon with some salt on the nose and on upper lips completing the final round. Carefully separating the snake fights posture pipes and to make others believe that your mind is still in your control. A smile shines out through that smokey glass, laughter becomes a part to be shared and not enjoyed alone. Fights for songs to be played, which are recent on our mind. With each other, we are, the one which we have never been but always wanted to be. Without whom I try to live unknown to everyone even knowing, although we are all different like the weathers but we are only complete with each other.   Life is what I hunt for every time, the only fear I have is of existing and surviving, but I want to live  Whether a person goes to a temple or to a bar all he does is to find a larger slice of life.  My thoughts may be wrong, seems to be harsh but they are true. A day before the word unsuccessful pointed sharply in my eyes, it was what I deserved....

Different shades, difficult to understand,  some pretty, some dark, some light,  but they never fade.  Life is white with simplicity and black with pain sorrow  for those who have their brain's narrow. It's harder but life is beyond monochrome,  with full of colour to different mood who have their mind's broader. Not for just this day rather but for a whole. The feel for colours reflects on that face with that smile.  The roar a pleasure the colour is just an excuse,  it is the touch of our loved ones and they make this day use. The significance sings high victory on that lie. The flames make the wishes fly and  the smoke makes them reach the sky. Believe is what have kept it alive. For some, it is beyond those colour a story of pride, a day so thin but those memories stay wide  till colours escape the skin May this day shower the colour all your life  Wish you all a Happy Holi...

Every morning, sometimes dawn begin by HER wake up call, disturbing sleep, dreams but that voice, never hurt those eardrums. Realise , that not just our day but the life which we pretend to be ours is a gift of HER to us. Smiling at us in our cry even her pain of the most special day. First person to feed when we are unaware of the relativities of life, through that cord. First who showed the right way to care even with the wrong one, love with a passion to even those haters, love even on the other side of the break, the dare to share everything equally among everyone, the one who shed pain of our through HER eyes. As we come up the HER is added with ‘s’, we had many of them with variety in relations. Each relation was important and taught us something beyond what we learned through flipping those pages. The scream on every single cut-hit, scare or hurt was of  SHE  never of HE. We always complained that we never understood HER but it is things, situations, talks...