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The Loud Silence

Rummaging through a cacophony of squawks Many thoughts were heard; many forgotten In the fog leading one to weary Stumbling over an ascending despondence Yet the GREY went on in hope Of a stone fluent in silence Of a rippling substance beyond void Of a symphony amidst clamour Days and nights of retries and reset Led to the longest night before it bloomed When the course took its final en-route Towards uncovering the one departed The  silent spoke as the curtain rose Louder than the worldly cackle Of ideas breaking ever convention Of thoughts suggesting a lyrical prose But the world wasn't ready For the orthodox couldn’t decrypt, Couldn't afford anything but flak Painted on the walls of prejudice  Years passed as the material decayed Yet the GREY went on in hope Of a hushed tide to soar again And honour what was unhailed

Encounter

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You have been visiting me more than often I presume the peak is near And so is the fear to move on For you may fade one day Debuted on a rainy canvas The slumber chose to squander Dreams of ambitions played a role no more But a song on bosom twin roads We had to part; the bona fide assured Many lines were left unread on a brief intimacy What followed next was a tumultuous applause Of a short episode, leaving me in disarray  I sought repose; ceded to comatose Of a desire for a yet another rendezvous It had to happen again; this time on a moonlight tryst On a winter solstice over scented candles Waking up next to you was inescapable A deal over smiles and chardonnay Days went by, so did the episodes of meet and farewell Leaving me on the stop of a conundrum  For you have been visiting me more than often I fear you may fade away

An Infatuate's dream

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Standing beside the still waters Often did he contemplate Of a life of routine and monotony Or a stone ignorant of diversions Scrutiny shaped into introspection No sooner did he hugged an eventual solitude Realizing the only foot prints were his Cursed in an endless loop of desolation But the moss filled stone had a hope Of being casted across the water And create innumerous ripples Sending shivers down the spines so material The wish finally came true When a frolic young wave washed the shores And it didn't leave him behind Neither was he resistant Seconds of time failed to describe A paradigm shift to a world Where he found a reason to live Where he found someone so right Reluctance had to play no longer For he wished to be painted all new With every color of dive into the unknown With every touch, he called them memories Speedy was the adrenaline rush As he entwined into the cupid's canvas He found peace, he assumed love And an eter

A non-biker's journey to Shivanasamudram Falls

Disclaimer: The following blog post details a long, yet tiring and adventurous journey of 2 non-bikers who made sure to spend a Sunday without sleeping whole day. It is an attempt to help out all the other non-bikers to enjoy this en route. The acts were performed by real oxygen breathing people so it definitely bears a relation to all the living persons. If you are looking for the historical and geographical details of the water falls, then please take a step behind . Often coming across a lot of success travel stories, I was always envy of the ones that were unplanned, sudden yet highly adventurous. Suffice it to say, the time was nearing for me to get my hands dirty.  30th June 2018 I get this massive adrenaline rush, I feel like I am flying or on fire. I reach Ankit with the most convincing statements. "Bhai chal kuch tufani karte hai. Let's go to Shivanasamdura". Ankit replied, "Ok, par kaise Jana hai?" The conversation is followe

Irony...Here,There, Everywhere....

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Courtesy : Google Images The last 3 months of my life were invested with full dedication to unleash a few new chapters. And maybe that pain staking dedication has finally helped me out to be at peace today, when Bangalore is all drenched in heavy showers. And perhaps it is that peace which has let me pen down words, an all time favourite escape from the material. Am I scribbling anything special today? Anything intended to go viral? Well the answer is NO as well as a bit of YES. NO because whatever I am going to pen down today surrounds a quite common yet surreal and boring life, a life taken for granted . YES because I feel it is high time for us to grow beyond the barricades of the unreasonable acceptance. So buckle up for the ride is going to be way bumpy. TAPE 1 :  Courtesy : Google Images I am listening to “Lovely” by Billie Eilish from the web series 13 Reasons Why Season 2 , perhaps the sole reason for me to write down something subs

Confessions of a dying elixir - Water

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More than 4 billion years ago, when the 3rd farthest planet from Sun came into existence, so did I. Eons later life took its first leap in the cradles of my shadow. I was termed the elixir - the only means of existence for the far reaching flora and fauna. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my elixir in the midst of this give and only give business. Today, I am on the brink of extinction and I question all the beings..Will there be a realization sooner enough to save me from fading away? Water..... As we know it, is a life long companion, right from the birth till the final sip of death. Water in terms of Hydrosphere covers a lion share of the earth's area in different forms, out of which the purposeful drinking water holds a smaller percentage. Well I can munch lines by lines to describe water but I think whoever reading this will be like, "Say something new!!!". So its better for me to write something which you might be too ignorant to be aware of. " W

Road to reclusion

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Bags packed, all checked, time to go Destination is unknown though lesser stoic I term it reclusion, a night's mutual friend Meeting point for the life's unending aysmptote As the wheels take on the road So does my memories negative unravel Each one ending on a higher note to other Darkening away in the fireflies' dazzle But these flickers are meant to flick only once Coz I m on a roller coaster of no return Tearing away pages as the book reveals Leaving behind me with me at the final turn Yet the road falls prey to incoming distractions Bound to jerk to every breaker, to every pothole A fresh nectar for a pain staking memory A mirage of dreams out of control My heart says give it a chance, let it breathe Let it fly, it has a purpose to fulfill It’s the same old ditch, so does the mind beseech Crush it before darkness takes a refill And just keep on moving with a hope of redemption To a place I call reclusion