Reminiscence

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

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...

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...

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 ...

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...

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

You are born when feelings tend to take off wings You emerge when silence can speak no longer You are an answer to a stoic's stings Or poem of a poet's drowsy ponder You are the base behind every inception.. You are a vector to thoughts in cacophony You are a picture, weighing thousands in number A spring to a withering winter's monotony You are a treasure of events time immemorial And for the ones awaiting embrace You are a path from existence to inventions Or a journey to Juliet's fervor grace You can be used and misused You are a power when spoken wisely You are a hatred when left bruised A sort of nectar to a listener's dismay You still shine through years of tarnish And continue to be the mankind's profess You are the empath waiting to ink When the dreary eyes can no longer confess