Volumes and vessels. Recesses and rooms. Shallows and shadows. Mosques and minarets. Cathedrals and chambers. You’re an echo without an origin. You’re the volume of a vacant vessel. You’re the magnificence of monuments, you’re a broadway show amidst yellow city lights and a silent history amidst ruined sculptures and incomprehensible scriptures. You’re the blood on … Continue reading
‘I am not a big fan of idol worship but have always been fascinated by the people who make the art and the people who walk the wire there. Their faith, belief, arts, colours, music, sound, love, devotion, have fascinated me ever since I can remember. So this wari, I decided to visit the walk … Continue reading
Somewhere in the middle ages a saint named Valentine was destined to glide through all of time as a marker of romance. His name today, globally commemorates love and gratitude. The history of Valentine is as complex as a Shakespearean play: catapulting between misinterpretation and dark realities. Nevertheless, love isn’t only neurons firing away dopamine … Continue reading
//you kissed me// we met at a graveyard ironical, because we were two steps away from burying ourselves before we became each other’s tombstone //through a haze of lights// you’ve always been the brighter one, the one who looks like a timeline of fairylights i couldn’t really see through it all //and i stood stunned// … Continue reading
The moon looked like a faded orange someone had taken a bite out of, like it was an apple. “They’ve run out of apples, you see,” she explains. I think about all the things we replace only so they would occupy some space. Either way, I don’t really give a damn as long as the … Continue reading
It was sobering finding out getting to know that things were better before the night of the red moon when you became nothing but a line on my palm when you dug an indent into each hand endlessly plagarised words drank from each other’s glasses battering the man resting in a sepulchre … Continue reading
For the days of delectable candies and sinister breeze, for the days of block orange and magic of the witches. For the days you realize you can touch and celebrate fear. In The Room Where You Sleep – Dead Man’s Bones Album: Dead Man’s Bones 2. Thriller – Michael Jackson Album: Thriller 3. Mischief Managed! … Continue reading
You are driving to your hometown and it is raining and I am standing in the skin of it, and i wonder if it is raining over your car, and if it is, I wonder if you have forgotten the road, the trees, the traffic, I wonder if you have climbed onto your bonnet, spread … Continue reading
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