I live in you...

Does your heart beat or is it just pumping? Does your body feel or is it just numbing? Do you eat or do you just keep chewing? Do you sleep or do you just keep rolling? Do you weep or does tears just keep falling? Do you think or does your mind do the routine? Do you meet or does your people just keep counting? Most of all, do you live or are you just existing?

What is Love?...

No.No. This is simply not acceptable. This is not how it should be happening. The heart cannot come to terms. The mind is not able to rest.  Patience is afteral only limited. Yet, time is continuing its test. This was not a casual ask. Neither was it supposed to be such a daunting task. Now, looks like we both are stuck in this permafrost. In all, this bond is certain to last. 

My Rising Sun...

The sun is a star shining bright in this galaxy like many other stars do. Yet, to the earthlings this particular star is the life giver and hence is given special importance to such an extent that the sun is treated as if it is different from all other stars that we see in the night sky. To the earthlings the sun is a big ball of fire and is worshipped as God but other stars are treated as mere twinkling dots in the sky.

Silencing Violence...

From the movie, The Imitation Game, there is a beautiful mention about violence and why humans find it so attractive. After having been a subject of violence in our Life, should we not take some time to discuss about it and what I had done to avoid further violence? If you feel like joining me in this, welcome aboard Bubbles \(^_^)/. 

The Woman I saw...

Oh my, these words are not exhausting. It just keeps on flowing. I take a deep breath and continue to keep my eyes closed to see your smile, see you poking fun in your classical way, to remember the poses you try during the clicks, the way you ask me to step aside and let you do the clicking, ah! all the good stuff.

An incident...

Bubbles \(^_^)/ I see you there. Whom are you hiding from? Behind the veil of mist, I can see you walk along and sometimes walk ahead of me. After having hidden 'A walk with my words', after having culling the appearance of those treasured images from timeline, after being denied access from all these mediums, I can still see you walking with me. That, is the very reason why I let go of all these mediums upon realising that they are of no good than just causing bitterness in the guise of a sweet bridge. 

My Girl...

In this silence, through this violence, with this resilience and not to forget our compliance, we are bonded in this amazingly unique way. Everyday I come crashing at your shores like the mighty ocean, yet, in the guise of untold emotions. Yet another sleepless night, just another lifeless plight, i guess. You possess all the might to take us to flight, what are you waiting for, is this alright?