Twin Flame

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Silence

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Smiles

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Laughs

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Faith

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Love

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Passion

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Emotions

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Feelings

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All together

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For a flame

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That burns

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At every moment

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In Us

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Up In The Sky

A fly on the wheel
travels for a gleam
that seams our sky
PS 1: Hey folks! I’m on my very first distant solo trip from my homeland (Kochi, India) to New Delhi, the capital city of India. There are certain major and minor intentions to be carried out during this journey and I believe everything would work out in such a way. I would update the details of my trip and the forthcoming experiences I’ll have at the new places here, whenever the time-factor permits me. Have a good weekend to all of you. *smiles*
PS 2: Updating this short-post from the train while travelling…

Her White Portrait


She mixed the improper proportions of red, green and blue, her favorite colors, in the wooden palette. While mixing the colors, the droplets of sweat, she had, on her forehead was swabbed away with the bed-sheet, she wore at that moment to hide her nudity. The window pane was wide open and the white- curtains fly in the face of wintry breeze as it trespassed her messy room like an unexpected visitor, that time. While painting on the pure black drawing sheet fixed on the palette, she fused the colors together again for the free flow of mixture using her other fine painting brush kept in the carton. As the time passed along with her brush’s movement, she suddenly heard a serene voice from behind. She stared at him for a while to know whether he’s sleeping finely, watching their common dreams on the bed which lies on the floor beneath her feet where she’s happily standing and painting, under their white blanket. After making sure that he’s asleep, she concentrated back on her work with an awe of him and stalked on her white portrait yet to be completed within the pure black drawing sheet.

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He dwells in Me

My Lord

Har Har Mahadev!

An Immortal’s arrival

Made me fly so high

.P.S. Nowadays, I’m getting too much addicted to know regarding the historical and ethical aspects of Shiva, who is considered as one among the most powerful Gods in Hindu mythology. Although, being an atheistic or agnostic believer, I’m not considering him as a God on the basis of spiritual and religious accounts. What enlightened me is his attitude and unique outlook while comparing with the existence of other Gods in different religions who were created under human logical or illogical thinking process. Of course, nobody has ever given any proper evidences or explanations regarding the existence of Gods here. We know God as a savior through wide number of spiritual books, who saves everyone from the evil and negative energies surrounding all around us; we’ve seen him with different names through the figures and sketches done on the basis of artistic conceptions.  Anyway, this is what I believe and my belief restricts to my limits. I firmly believe Shiva as a powerful odd fish, not as a God, and accept him as a contentious personality who has an ardent glee of positive vibes and energy in him. 

Om Namaah Shivaya

Those who would like to know more about him, go through the given links:

Who is Shiva?

Understanding the Symbols Of Shiva

Nataraj: Dancing Shiva

Here are certain music videos which could explain about him shortly:

Apache Indian: Om Namaah Shivaya

Tribute to Bob Marley: Om Namaah Shivaya

Krishna Das: Om Namaah Shivaya

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An Egg

It’s too hard to break this barrier! It’s really hard to break it and get freed from where I’m… I tried it. I tried a lot. But I couldn’t; I’m not that strong to do it. I could listen to them. I could readily listen to what’s going on outside this complicated blockade. Mama…. I know her; most of the times, I sleep so peacefully under the warmth she gives me. But when I’m awake, I couldn’t see anything else other than this dotty glue surrounding me. It’s so dirty, I must say. My sparkling eyes are always wet with this stewed glue! It’s so disgusting.. I wanna go out. For that, I must have to break it. I must break this yellow- No! It’s not white- shell around me and go out to see what’s precisely happening there, not only through the voices, but also through my vigilant eyes, both eyes; I want to see myself. I want to see the whole world, then! I want….. No… I don’t know. Am I right with what I just said to you? Shall I’ve to break it? It’s here where I’m alive rightly at this moment. I don’t know how it’ll be outside! I have listened to most of their calls. But what if they’re not right? What if they’re fake? I’m here! I’m alive here. This is my world, then why should I break it? Why should I go out to see an unreal world, a dusky- wide space that I haven’t ever seen yet? It’ll be so cunning to do so, uh? Yes, it’s… Isn’t it? No, it’s….

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An Image

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“What? No..! I can’t believe it. He is alive”, he bursted out at him.

“Rahul…! You must have to agree with me; you should accept the fact. He’s no more. It’s all done. The incident happened at around 11:30 pm day before yesterday nearer by a pocket road in Menaka Junction. He was heading back to home after the commencement of a private function in an apartment there. As per the most recent communique by the city cops in connection with the medical results, it’s a normal death caused due to severe internal bleeding in the brain; the body was neither harmed nor slaughtered by anybody. Although the reason is still unknown. An oldman who was coming by that way found him on the desolate road at around 10:13 pm and admitted him in the nearest hospital within half an hour. While he was carrying him to the hospital, Rahul was gravely murmuring something. “I’ve done everything…. I’ve….”, he was frequently saying it as per the oldman’s valid statement. It was medically acclaimed by the superior surgeon by around 11:15 that he’s no more.  Actually, nobody knew it. He asked Rithika, who came to know about this far fetched news at first, to hide it from everyone, even from his beloved achan (dad). Achan got informed regarding it by today afternoon only.

“He alleged his vast findings to know the darkness in his life through…..while we were boozing at my home last week. He was so happy while talking endlessly, that night. You know how wise he’s… He is not that bad at finding his…. He was… I couldn’t… Nooooo…. He’s alive! Rahul is alive”, Rahul emotionally articulated while staring at his closest pal’s enlarged smiling photograph framed on the wall opposite to him.

“Words are meant to be proven by many! But why he….? Why??? What if we’re without him…? Can you imagine it? Tell me..! Can you….? How about she? How about Rith? They dreamt a lot together apart from us; their love; the way in which she cared him; his selfishness to make her happy at no cost; objections from everyone, but they loved like nobody else…together..floating in their world. How’ll she accept it? Where is she? Where is she?”, he asked, the loathing clear in his voice and posture.

“He’d forgotten all about us—my heart ached at the thought—but we’d never forgotten him. Come..! Let’s go now. We must… She is his girl. She already went a lot through it.  I didn’t see her anywhere there as I went to his home in the morning. I think she’ll be there. Yea! Let’s go”, Rahul said, pointing a finger at his room on the other side.

Both of them allegedly entered into the room after unlocking it with the key they’d.

It was a messy room with the picturesque of his photographs fixed on the white wall. As they went through it, one-by-one, memories they’d with their mate passed in and out through their minds. But… When that image- someone staring at someone’s eyes- trespassed their way, they stood right in front of it and overlooked at it for more time.

“He loved you, Rith—”

“As if I could believe that.”

“—for as long as he can, such a long, long time.”

- Rahul