Taught as we talked
Held the hand, as we walked
Told to dream as high,
Don’t fret in case you fell by.
For I shall be here, looking over
Will catch you, else see you fly and hover
The same words now took a turn,
Ask to mute, left to yearn.
Fly alone, caged the dreams,
No regret, no try to see,
The weeping kid who was made to believe,
Glorious tales of courageous men made to relive.
Unstoppable by any force on way,
Now battling with the same faith.
Told to dream as high, said
Looking at the same love now, in dread.
She found life too patiently easy
Though her meaning of existence was hazy
A cup of coffee, she drank just for sake
To get through each day, rouse and awake
She asked them wondering
What about it was so alluring
Just a beverage to stay up, all it was for her
That people craved for no reason, that much
Then it hit her,
Maybe something was wrong
Though ingredients on point
What if the pattern’s not strong
She ran the milk in the mixer
Set it separate, to let the froth hover
Heated the water, to the coffee in mug
Added cocoa in it, for a splendid touch
Emptied the hot milk over the mix
Into the mug, like art on a fix
Stirred the sugar as it melted in whirl
Ending with froth over the rising swirl
As she sipped it, she found love
The relentless seek for meaning was done
For now she knew life has ingredients all the same
Matters how they are proceeded with, that determines the taste.
For the love of coffee and its connoisseurs.
I had been hearing of constant references to Kashmir, whenever anything about heaven was spoken of, endless lauds of its majestic beauty and serenity. What was in this place that two nations have been battling furiously for decades over the ownership of this land, kept me inquisitive till I finally got to witness it myself.
A major zone of conflicts in India, the state of Jammu & Kashmir has troops everywhere, with guns and a vision of suspect at all times on them. It’s kind of frightening to have that kind of constant presence of force over you all the time.
Nevertheless, the trip was a life altering experience for me. Srinagar has a fragrance that I can never forget. And howsoever amusing that might sound, gallivanting through the lanes of the city in a car, witnessing the soothing surrounding, the cultural habitancy of the place, the enduring built of houses, everything about the city feels like a walk down heaven. The place honestly felt like a literal mesmerizing depiction of the term.
Moments spent on a shikara at Dal Lake shall stay with you forever, as reminiscence of a time where you witnessed serenity and absoluteness of nature.
I took this picture on a weekend getaway we took to Shimla in the summers. The balcony of the place we stayed in offered this mermerizing view of the mountains. The morning that woke us up, the afternoon with that lovely breeze and the night that turned freezingly cold, beauty of every moment of the day was immensified in that balcony. Sipping coffee and admiring it all.
Even a glimpse of this picture takes me back there, all over again.