I am sorry for the many times I turned deaf; deaf towards your racing beats. I am sorry for the many times I let you alone, for the cold darkness to swallow. I am sorry for the million times I did not understand, your obvious gestures. I am sorry my heart forContinue reading “An apology”
A message
You don’t need to search them they are right there with their eyes wide waiting for you; waiting for you to notice waiting for you to get inspired. These simple things are everywhere in the speech of a random speaker, in the soft gentle falling of tree leaves, in the music that you close yourContinue reading “A message”
Bubble Series
credits to: Nasrin Mohiti Asli, Berlin 2012
Carnival of Cultures, Berlin 2012
We saw the rhythm around; a preset movement. We just had to fold our hands and follow suit training to be a professional them. Simpletons closed their eyes, rebels suffocated, and finally the mad ones stood out stopping themselves among the multitude; a multitude of this crazy mass… this crazy brutal mass!
A piece of quite sadness
Straight ahead I walked, Stopping once to turn. It was getting all blurred, Like a gathering wisp of smoke. I slowly walked, more and more away from the bus. I could feel the leaking sand through my fingers; these memory grains. But I cannot save it I have to let him go. BackContinue reading “A piece of quite sadness”
On my Birthday eve
I have no time, I have no sleep yet the world stands still now. I can feel your cold gaze, gaze of urgency. It rushed through me making me sit upright with my eyes staring into the laptop screen. I began typing, and it went on and on with no plan and thinking.Continue reading “On my Birthday eve”
I wish…
I wish I could sing, a lovely song all on my own. I would let it out everything that I clutched, from deep within. I would scream into the darkness I see and wander alone in the woods with glee singing my heart out singing my heart out. I wish I could playContinue reading “I wish…”
A Message
I am the ‘world’ and I have stories to tell. Story that I read from millions millions who fell and arose. I read them everyday over tea, lunch, dinner and by my bedside lamp. So you are nothing special just another interesting book, that I chose to read. But I was touched,Continue reading “A Message”
A time traveller
Sometimes all u need is to cry to let it all wash. Sometimes all you need is this place where you can find yourself a simple you, pure and pristine. It’s darkness comforting. I dont know what I am now a person evolved… I want to run back into those wildness wildness of childhoodContinue reading “A time traveller”
Memoirs of a Mumbai train journey
after a very long day… tiredness gazes, into this blur of colours passing by, rocking gently along it’s rhythm. listening, to the sound of the moving engine, sirens and talking people. This gaze into emptiness, flashes random thoughts. For some, sadness and despair, for others, happiness and joy. Weighed by these, the lines on theContinue reading “Memoirs of a Mumbai train journey”
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