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Froth & Coffee

Picture credits- Tumblr (positivedoodles)

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.

One, Two, Three!

When Heaven Met Me.

Picture taken at Dal Lake, Srinagar (Jammu & Kashmir, India)

 

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.

Relax

Art. 

Taken in New Delhi, India.

The man, who knew how to look at the sky
Notice the peculiarity of time passing by
Feel the depth of words in verse
Savour the lights and sounds in rehearse

One who never saw the mountains high
Yet spoke of its beauty, acquainted with each stone in its might
Didn’t see paintings as just work on the wall,
Music as an alibi for boredom at all

For he had his own outlook to the world
Nevertheless different, yet completely unheard of
Art was his muse, and words his weapon
A new perspective, awaiting a take over the cosmos.


One, Two, Three!

Myth of love

Meant to ease the pain
It always seems a way
To make every morning make sense
Endless attempts in vain

But why is it that agony ends up more
With added love in the core
Meant to ease the pain
Just enduring the suffering more.

Once again,
Meant to ease the pain
Looking for love we went
Bought down on knees, yet again.

So where does it end then
The search without gain
Pursuit of constancy, meant to ease the pain
Or a myth of love, again?

Mythical