Photography

Gilded Glimmer

On the auspicious occasion of Diwali an impetuous click from Arun, reflecting the festive decorations and aura around.  

Write Ups

Open letter to Diwali

Dear Diwali,

So, you are back to remind me of sweets, festivity, break from routine life and home. But this time it is different, in the name of sweets I have Cadbury stacked in the fridge. To get the festive feel I have decorated a corner of my new home with light. Break from the routine life is only a joke. And home is 1000 miles away. sighs.

I still remember how Diwali was when was a kid. you were all about crackers and sweets. As I grew older your meaning changed it was more than just crackers and sweets, it was about family, friends, laughter, love. I remember how me and my sister used to look at different houses and decide which one had better lighting. 

 It is a while now ,away from home, in a different city. Getting leaves from office is a task in itself now. Although on Diwali me and my colleagues (Note: I call them colleagues not friends) meet up and party. But Diwali I still miss the way we celebrated you at home.

Yours,                                                 

A person in his 20’s alone in a new city.

Poetry

Jealous

I think, I will always be jealous of raindrops because they can touch in a way i can’t.

Of the wind, because they can play with your locks instead of my hand,

Of the sunrays, because it is wrapped around you in my place. 

Art

Kira!!

An illustration of LIGHT YAGAMI a.k.a. KIRA from the nifty anime series Death Note… Tinted in red shade, this astounding artwork by Prabhpreet Singh is indeed a reflection of his soul.

Art

Enchanting

Enchanting, is not just her face but also the beauty she carries within. Enticing are not just the blossoming flowers, but also her thoughts. And captivating, are not merely her eyes, but also their arcane depth.

Poetry

Glee

Bliss never lies in happiness,

Hardwork grants no happiness,

Bliss exists in paper balls,

That hit a head as you throw it

When you giggle aloud, and you try to hide,

From teacher’s eyes mid class.

What do you Know of glee?

You, who sits up a boring desk.

You, who buttercups, the teacher but

You, who lose these worthy hours.

What good are you, a crooked lot,

That scores but never laughs.

Poetry

Us!

Hey,

Why can’t it be just the two of us?

With no one else around,

Just you and me.

And your fingers penetrating deep inside mine,

Why can’t it be just the two of us?

A night so desolate, our minds so stark,

My jacket on your shoulder,

And your hair on my face!

Why can’t it be just the two of us?

My lips on your forehead,

And hands on your lissome neck,

While, the world would bear a silence and,

Only the sound of our hearts thumping would prevail.

For now can I just get a hug?

It feels so cold inside 

Photography

Belle…

“By plucking her petals, you do not get gather the beauty of the flower.” Rabindranath Tagore

Poetry

क्यों ?

क्यों, इतनी आबादी तो है।
पर अंदर से तनहा हुईं मैं॥
क्यों सावन की बारिश तो है।
पर अंदर से सूखा हूं मैं॥
किसकी कमी है?
किसकी तालाश है?
खबर नहीं॥

देर से ही सही,
पर आज मन की सुनी है ।
कहता है खुशियों के लिबास में यह,
काँटों भरी ज़िन्दगी तूने खुद चुनी है ।

क्यों डरता है, क्यों रोता है ?
क्यों यह खूबसूरत पल खोता है ?
ज़मीन पर तो खाली रेट बिछी है।
असली हीरा तो तुझमें कहीं है॥

तू ही तेरी हिफाज़त है
तेरा हौंसला भी तू है।
तू ही तेरा मकसद है
तेरा चैन भी है तू ।
तू ही तेरा खुदा है, तेरी इबादत भी है तू॥

Art

Chaos

And when did your mind, full of chaos, engulfed you so much that now words are being interpreted by the chaos and not the heart.