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Falling freely through seas of emptiness. Tossing, turning, drifting, lifeless. At the speed of light. Lost all count of time. Seeping thro...

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Awaiting the light.

Black turns to grey and then violet followed by a hue and finally the sky turns blue.
Left on this blue conundrum, yet to stumble upon a clue.

All these colours adding up to the magic that is this perfection.
Conflicting shades, each one weaving their own mesmerising spells.

Still no dawn of realisation. Still living the petty belief of being a superior race.
Ain't it apparent? Painted on the same canvas, we are all sketches with just another face!

Every pigment, has been brushed off the same palette and yet every figment is an overflowing chalice.
Why discriminate amidst his colours, styles, shades and shapes? When they all magnify the beauty of his landscape.

A monochrome can never match the panache of this melange.
Its pulchritude is only enhanced by the vibrancy of every unique stroke.

May the rays of epiphany break through the dark clouds.
May his mosaic revel in the enlightenment of the new dawn.

Tuesday, 16 June 2015


The life that you lived turns into a dream.
Awakened from this slumber, you walk into reality.

The material becomes immaterial.
The immaterial drifts into eternity.

Death sets you free.

In memories you live on.