Someone like you

So I was listening to a song and the singer goes like ' Never mind I'll find someone like you ' ....
and I was like wtf ?
I wish ...well , actually I should be praying rather , that I will never find someone like you .
And I hope, no one else even ever deserves not anything that bad , I mean no one is that damaged !
Even the most unfortunate persons unfortunate whatever shouldn't even have the misfortune to meet you!
 I sincerely pity the person who will be with you , oh yes , seriously. Even around you .
I think they might sense it too , but they are either too lost , or trapped in you , or just shrug it off .
Then comes a part in the song " I'll never forget you babe"
Oh Believe me when I say,  I would oblivate my mind, the second I could .
And even yours,  if I could , so that you would stop pestering me.
So that you would stay away and let me live my life .

Go away

That terrible, terrible, terrible, weird feeling,
yes the one that makes your stomach sink ,the sad one.
The awful one.
As if your tummy is suddenly in love with the ground.
The one which would almost break you down.
The one you don't like at all.
The one which makes you feel like your insides are crushing.
The one that doesn't let you sleep.
The one which makes you wish that this is a dream.
Go away.

Another zykaar post

After a really long time I was talking to this zykaar, just random incidents and all of a sudden she goes 'Wait,wasn't she your best friend ?'
I was like yeah leave it, then this female goes " That bitch is going down ! " I just burst laughing.
You made my day.
Sometimes all you need is 'forget everything let's go kill em all' moments.
The unadulterated drama,all the running behind buses,sensible normal blah blah over pastries , coffee while it's raining ,the 7.52,
I miss you zykaar.
Very much.
Come back soon love.

All you need is Lou

All you need is Lou 

Reminder to self.

I get distracted a lot.woah look a bug or that tree or the shadow or texture or the shade and tint of a certain color or some weird form and I drop what I am doing and go look. The problem is that, I lose interest or forget to complete whatever I was on to earlier. As a result I have this huge heap of stuff I want to do, I have to do, I have started ,Half-way there, Almost done but not complete ! In my diary there are pages and pages of things I want to but I don't cause I forget so this post as a reminder to my-self to post ,to work ,to draw,to paint,to click,to upload,to share.

Another night

Another night

Thinking

Over thinking

I toss and turn

The yellow light , I notice

It has always been there

I open the window

Air so cold , it jams the zombie brain

It is refreshing

 An end ; as well as a start.

The petrichor

It seeps into you.

You are wide awake

Self #1

    

Argh

You are given a plan.
Too much work,
You know exactly how to, every tiny detail,
Even put all your stuff around you.
To motivate you,
Make you learn,
You start
You dab
You do
You ain't happy.
All you are left with is a headache.
You don't know what the reason is
You just don't.
You just sit.

One of those nights

When you want to be around, yet stay away from everyone.
Wish to sleep ,exhausted ,tired you are but you just can't .
Check your phone knowing that the person's sleeping already.
Want to jot something down,but just shrug it away.
Wish to tell someone something ,you wonder if it should be said.

Awake.

Tick tock ,tick tock.
Listening to every tick, every tock,
It's growing louder,
The thumping in your head,
The storm in your belly,
Brow beaded with sweat,
You can't ever rest,
Today it's the tick tock,
Sometimes it's the omnious caw
or just the daily nightmare.

Lhuna

There are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon howls.

P.S- New camera excitement.First attempt at capturing the moon. 

Bored.

Oi - To a new start.

Been months since I last posted.

I just checked the drafts and they are over 60, I just don't ever finalize them and they are still lying like half finished sketches .Tons of stuff scribbled down some started but nothing done.Stacks of paper lying.Unused paint bottles drying up.Photographs clicked but never uploaded.The only thing I seem to do is the college assignments.Nothing more.Not even all of 'em.Whatever happened to doing things I liked or loved ?The last time I uploaded something in there is months ago.Everything is stagnant.

Too much time spent on brooding over things.

All this time, months spent on you, well time to say goodbye.

I've had enough of you.

Fuck you.

So,

Oi - To a new start.

P.S- Will try and post as much and as frequently as possible.

Paaus aala

The awesome wala smell coming earth mein se :)

Trees hawa k waja se hilna :) 

Little puddles here and there

 sab kuch ekdum fresh fresh dikhna !

 paani ka drops idar udar !

 Everything seems shiny :D

 With little beads on em.

 Just a bird or two.

Those heavy grey clouds you see !

 when things start rusting ! :) !

when you can see reflections on stone slabs

 shades of grey :)

 The town shadowed by mist

You see fresh colors around.

 The crows look as if they had a bath

Birds going chatt dhundne !
It means paaus aala !
 Photographs clicked by me .
All from my terrace :) [except town wala]

Ae bhagwan !

The vacations have just begun,a week almost,and a random plan, a place which was decided ainveyi !

And well we all happen to be free,so we met, 

some places just happen to be so beautiful almost surreal 

and you won't believe it until you've been there !

The stones...pink...brown...white...grey...black...green...ochre...you name it ! 

and the name "Ae bhagwan" be ,because of an incident ! [story I'll tell you later (college thingy actually) ] 

and the sand ochre with tints of orangish red !

credits to the setting sun !

the whole sky just 

was like took over by orangish red tint !

This photo I just love .

-Taken by my mobile camera [weird but 2mp it clicks some awesome photos some times]

The perfect circle and the border that the sun has,

If you noticed it's original color -whit.

P.S- I don't know what's that white small dot over it. but the alignment is perfect.

sort of surreal.

Sky ablaze .

Orange took over blue .

Moments later,orange subdued by greyish blue with a hint of violet.

It seemed if you ever happen to see froth on mercury , that was over there and not water.

I just stood there till everything turned dark.

Self-portrait

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Khalil Gibran

My first self-portrait.