Sunday, July 3, 2011

"Its About a Girl"

An old Church in a Big city on a less Traveled Street(1), A midnight's lonely walk down the road with both sides yellow street lights(2), A new Age beauty with infinite passion(3), A newly arrived flower of Kaktus on a snow covered Graveyard(4) and the only duck flying towards the End of Ocean leaving behind its Assigned Destiny(5).

(1) An old Church has its own soul a Man-Made structure who now lives for his own..Carrying Essence of Past and Shattering Artificiality of Modernity. Not just An astonishing architecture but storing many folded stories,hiding beauty of history that's why Unique, which cannot be understood by all that is why less traveled..More Travelers will destroy it...uniqueness is there until not Generalized.

(2)A Midnight's lonely walk among yellow street lights is actually a rare balance between night's stillness provoking Inward journey with an advancement without artificiality... A development which is not Fake and an Innovation which soothes you.

(3)By new Age Beauty i mean a beauty which is adequately borrowed from past has appropriately blended all flavors of present and has a glimpse of promising future in it.

(4) External showing an honor struggle for best survival(Kaktus flower) though having an hidden internal which can be attractive to those for whom it appears beautiful from outside( as Snow covered Graveyard)..but unaware of that which is berried inside and harsh for those who dare to look inside but can't accept existence of Ugliness.

(5)"A Duck" because Which seems a Joyful ride from outside is actually a continuous struggle from inside.A duck because of the Courage to follow heart..and embarking on a voyage ..may be alone..like the only duck flying towards the end of Ocean...to reveal its mystery..to measure the unmeasured.

( Written for a Friend)

"Disconnected"


I don't know whether i am dunked or motivating myself to be disconnected. let My words speaks for me...

This is an end in itself. The end from where beginning will took birth. An end for which i always have waited for. An end which is a reunion, a reunion for celebration.....a state of hallucination.

Love is a sign of Dissatisfaction.....we aren't made to be dissatisfied.

This state of not belonging to anyone is leading me to perfection, a perfection which would never be appreciated, a perfection which never would need societal recognition. Sometimes it seems i am pressurizing myself to be in this state of abandonment but this desire must have an origin....the origin with an ardor to do of its own.
( Written when i was dunked on bhilwara..with my friends)