hmm..

Couldn't afford to miss these!

Fearless dreams

And clarity.

The journey has begun

And there are endless destinations to come.

Celebrate,

The walk of life...

Perspectives

Different lives

Different views.

Yet so alike

Yet so alive.

A part of me

A part of you.

The shape that defines,

The color that creates,

A new perspective.

A perspective of mine,

A perspective of you...

Delhi Drum Circle

DDC, as they call it, was perhaps the best thing that happened to me this summer in Delhi. Because there really nothing about this city that would make me stay here for long. Yeah except the food and few places where I like spending time alone. People don't really matter to me. They come n go :)

This thing, happened.
Madness, Passion, Music, Dance.. Life..!
The perfect place to spend time on a weekend.

Leftovers

A Good-bye sometimes, doesn end things...

And sometimes even the healthiest of the relations we see, are not good enough to remain the way they are... 

The song my mind plays these days( Despite all the other crap!)

Come on hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living.
Not sure I understand,
This role I've been given.

I sit and talk to god
And he just laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don't understand.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I don't wanna die,
But I ain't keen on living either.
Before I fall in love,
I'm preparing to leave her.
I scare myself to death,
That's why I keep on running.
Before I've arrived, I can see myself coming.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in.
cause I got too much life,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

And I need to feel, real love
And a life ever after.
I cannot get enough.

I just wanna feel real love,
Feel the home that I live in,
I got too much love,
Running through my veins, going to waste.

I just wanna feel real love,
In a life ever after
There's a hole in my soul,
You can see it in my face, it's a real big place.

Come and hold my hand,
I wanna contact the living,
Not sure I understand,
This role I've been given

Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.
Not sure I understand.

Empty mornings

You wake up every morning, with a thought.

Sometimes, a blank thought. Or sometimes, occupied.
Sometimes, like an empty road. Or sometimes, a room full of people.
Sometimes, like an eternal sunshine. Or sometimes, like an obscure unending night.

I wake up each morning, to find out myself. To find out who I am. Who I really want to be. What I want from life.
Lost in the crowd, I search for myself. Yet again, I rise from the burnt ashes and gather the pieces to find a new me. To find a reason to exist. To call myself as 'living'.
To find an inspiration. An inspiration for life.