#autumn_leaves
A strand of breeze from your breathe came and twisted around my beats, and made me feel like the same you did when you kissed my forehead. When you came and created the turmoil of bliss within my neurons. These proclaims that these are the part of that same breathe, and they now can feel the warmth of mine in you.
–Around the Air..
When you start feeling your evolution, when you try to think for re-evolution, when you have explored the infinite capacity of cell’s nucleus, when you want to travel the reverse infinity of Life, you are close to the end of evolving.
-Evolving towards the roots of life.
Where are we?
On Period of “Once upon a time..!”
Is a new story going to begin? Or we already ended up asking this? We don’t know and we shouldn’t.
Now it’s the same feeling in two hearts. Perhaps the one.
The story should never begin, so that it could never reach the end.
-The story that never began…
–In Dream of No Life 2..
The city has many secrets to yell. Secrets are always the truth, they are meant to be hidden. The city that runs on its past. The city that blows all the negativity with the smell of incense sticks. The city that is ruled by a river. The city that celebrates equal love for both, Birth and Death.
Varanasi- Where Soul and Body are Two Different things.
Where are we?
At the dusk?
Where there is no worry to wake up in search for a better tomorrow;
Where we just want to live the moment and feel everything left behind;
Where only we, only we are there to be loved by the sound of the Silence;
Such loneliness in togetherness, where we have taken flight not to meet back to our body;
Did we reached the twilight, lighting up the sky with the stars?
Or we are about to wake up ray-ing the new dawn of Life?
-In Dream of No Life..
I stopped moving. Feet rooted to the ground, soul up lifted, as if I was holding the air, or maybe it’s the air that held me up.
I smiled dead. The spell was cast.
Two complete strangers, soul and the body, looked each other for the first time. It was the moment when Life split.
Who they were, before they met each other?
The Two, or the world for each other?.
-The Two..
Years later I visited the door back. All it showed me was- to sob my soul for the entire journey of my life. Crossing the broken white lane on way to Life, passing trees, floating clouds, the air growing through the edges of time, shaped me to stand this place. It stopped me to see the sun shine from the other side. Now they show me the wings to fly away the world.
-Door.
The dusk was at the breath of loneliness. Such loneliness sailed deep under the ocean, forming the waves of peace. The coolness of the breeze over the surface of the ocean added an unequivocal music to the evening. The silhouette of birds over the sun reflected an image of life flying high in the air. The half plunged sun painted the clouds vermillion fluttering around in its wavy air of heat. The sky was broken down into rumple when it looked down the ocean. Then the sun got perished, and clouds walked away pulling the twilight to light up the stars and fall into the ocean.
– Sailing the Dusk..
The Dust of Goodness on you will eat the colour of Badness. It will leave you not ‘even’ for the Hell, or not for the ‘odd’ in Heaven. You does not ‘exist’ in the Universe with your darkness exposed. Although, the darkness behind the curtains of Whiteness has taken all the breathe to ‘survive’.
-The Black Soul..
